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id: 6520
title: The Crescent Moon
author: nan
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  children, even like a mother while rocking her baby''s cradle. He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother''s little O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky when you sleep in your mother''s arms, and the morning comes Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what shall come running to you, saying, "Mother, I am hungry!" I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father. Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for you I shall tell him, "Do you not know I am as big as father? I shall tell her, "Mother, don''t you know, I am as big as father, mother''s heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to


id: 6524
title: Stray Birds
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her I feel, thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. God loves man''s lamp lights better than his own great stars. The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the The night''s silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light Find your beauty, my heart, from the world''s movement, like the Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night The world loved man when he smiled. sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world.


id: 7164
title: Gitanjali
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night. when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart-moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its


id: 6686
title: The Gardener
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  "If some wanderer, leaving home, come here to watch the night and When with the day''s burden I went home, my love was sitting in The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and Let your work be, bride, the guest has come in the evening. Your thoughts will stray out of your dark eyes like birds from As I come in and out I pass by him every time, and my eyes are I long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart come Then, come, my rainy nights with pattering feet; smile, my golden Love, my heart longs day and night for the meeting with you--for Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the Love, my heart longs day and night 50


