Stray Birds
By Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6524/6524-h/6524-h.htm
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ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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"WHAT language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."
By Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6524/6524-h/6524-h.htm
9
ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
10
SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
11
SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
12
"WHAT language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."
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