<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lover's Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers that<br>press themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at some<br>chance joy, which like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines, yet<br>elude.<br> For lover's gift is shy, it never tells its name, it flits<br>across the shade, spreading a shiver of joy along the dust.<br> Overtake it or miss it for ever. But a gift that can be<br>grasped is merely a frail flower, or a lamp with flame that will<br>flicker.</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><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=479945" data-title="Lover's Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description="Come to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers that press themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at some chance joy, which like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines, yet elude. For lover's gift is shy, it never tells its nam..."></div> </div> </div>

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