Art thou abroad on this stormy night on the journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep to-night.
Ever again I open my door and look out
On the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of ink-black river,
By what far edge of the frowning forest,
Through what mazy depth of gloom
Art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
- Verse 23, Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep to-night.
Ever again I open my door and look out
On the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of ink-black river,
By what far edge of the frowning forest,
Through what mazy depth of gloom
Art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
- Verse 23, Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore
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