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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gardener IV: Ah Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me, why did they build my<br>house by the road to the market<br>town?<br> They moor their laden boats near<br>my trees.<br> They come and go and wander at<br>their will.<br> I sit and watch them; my time<br>wears on.<br> Turn them away I cannot. And<br>thus my days pass by.<br> Night and day their steps sound<br>by my door.<br> Vainly I cry, &quot;I do not know<br>you.&quot;<br> Some of them are known to my<br>fingers, some to my nostrils, the<br>blood in my veins seems to know<br>them, and some are known to my<br>dreams.<br> Turn them away I cannot. I call<br>them and say, &quot;Come to my house<br>whoever chooses. Yes, come.&quot;<br> In the morning the bell rings in the<br>temple.<br> They come with their baskets in<br>their hands.<br> Their feet are rosy red. The early<br>light of dawn is on their faces.<br> Turn them away I cannot. I call<br>them and I say, &quot;Come to my garden<br>to gather flowers. Come hither.&quot;<br> In the mid-day the gong sounds <br>at the palace gate.<br> I know not why they leave their <br>work and linger near my hedge.<br> The flowers in their hair are pale<br>and faded; the notes are languid in<br>their flutes.<br> Turn them away I cannot. I call <br>them and say, &quot;The shade is cool<br>under my trees. Come, friends.&quot;<br> At night the crickets chirp in the<br>woods.<br> Who is it that comes slowly to my<br>door and gently knocks?<br> I vaguely see the face, not a word<br>is spoken, the stillness of the sky is<br>all around.<br> Turn away my silent guest I<br>cannot. I look at the face through the<br>dark, and hours of dreams pass by.</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>
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house by the road to the market
town?
 They moor their laden boats near
my trees.
 They come and go and wander at
their will.
 I sit and watch them; my time
wears on.
 Turn them away I cannot. And
thus my days pass by...."></div>
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