gitanjali

WHEN my play was with thee I never
questioned who thou Overt. I knew nor
shyness nor fear, my life was
boisterous.

In the early morning thou wouldst
call me from my sleep like my own
comrade and lead me running from
glade to glade.

On those days I never cared to
know the meaning of songs thou
sangest to me. Only my voice took up
the tunes, and my heart danced in
their cadence.

Now, when the playtime is over,
what is this sudden sight that is come
upon me? The world with eyes bent
upon thy feet stands in awe with all
its silent stars.