gitanjali

THE day was when I did not keep
myself in readiness for thee; and
entering my heart unbidden even as
one of the common crowd, unknown
to me, my king, thou didst press the
signet of eternity upon many a
fleeting moment of my life.

And to-day when by chance I light
upon them and see thy signature, I
find they have lain scattered in the
dust mixed with the memory of joys
and sorrows of my trivial days
forgotten.

Thou didst not turn in contempt
from my childish play among dust,
and the steps that I heard in my
playroom are the same that are
echoing from star to star.