<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=34841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ah, poet, the evening draws near; your hair is turning grey.<br>Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It is evening, the poet said, and I am listening because some<br>one may call from the village, late though it be.<br>I watch if young straying hearts meet together, and two pairs of<br>eager eyes beg for music to break their silence and speak for<br>them.<br>Who is there to weave their passionate songs, if I sit on the<br>shore of life and contemplate death and the beyond?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The early evening star disappears.<br>The glow of a funeral pyre slowly dies by the silent river.<br>Jackals cry in chorus from the courtyard of the deserted house<br>in the light of the worn-out moon.<br>If some wanderer, leaving home, come here to watch the night and<br>with bowed head listen to the murmur of the darkness, who is<br>there to whisper the secrets of life into his ears if I,<br>shutting my doors, should try to free myself from mortal bonds?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a trifle that my hair is turning grey.<br>I am ever as young or as old as the youngest and the oldest of<br>this village.<br>Some have smiles, sweet and simple, and some a sly twinkle in<br>their eyes.<br>Some have tears that well up in the daylight, and others tears<br>that are hidden in the gloom.<br>They all have need for me, and I have no time to brood over the<br>afterlife.<br>I am of an age with each, what matter if my hair turns grey?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a> from <i>The Gardener</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=34841" data-title="I de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description=""Ah, poet, the evening draws near; your hair is turning grey./Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter?"/"It is evening, the poet said, and I am listening because some/one may call from the village, late though it be./I watch..."></div> </div> </div>

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