“I know that this life, missing its ripeness in
love, is not altogether lost.
I know that the flowers that fade in the dawn,
the streams that strayed in the desert, are not
altogether lost.
I know that whatever lags behind, in this life
laden with slowness, is not altogether lost.
I know that my dreams that are still
unfulfilled, and my melodies still unstruck, are
clinging to Your lute strings, and they are not
altogether lost.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
Thank you for this Rabindranath Tagore’s verse Bill! Sharon
One of my very favourite poets, my copy of his poems was printed in 1917, on beautiful thick paper like parchment..and you’ve given us a beautiful pic too….lovely post, thank you
Yet your fingers must pluck what is there.
If it is given no song the unheard melodies
Were better left unborn than to be lost. >KB