from
Gitanjali
by Rabindranath Tagore
Macmillan

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all
the corners of my room; I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from
it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking
her I have come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening
sky and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which
nothing can vanish – no hope, no happiness, no
vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge
it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that
lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.

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