gitanjali

EARLY in the day it was whispered that
we should sail in a boat, only thou and
I, and never a soul in the world would
know of this our pilgrimage to no
country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean, at thy
silently listening smile my songs
would swell in melodies, free as
waves, free from all bondage of words.

Is the time not come yet? Are
there works still to do? Lo, the
evening has come down upon the
shore and in the fading light the
seabirds come flying to their nests.

Who knows when the chains will
be off, and the boat, like the last
glimmer of sunset, vanish into the
night?