<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gardener XLVI: You Left Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You left me and went on your way.<br> I thought I should mourn for you<br>and set your solitary image in my<br>heart wrought in a golden song.<br> But ah, my evil fortune, time is <br>short.<br> Youth wanes year after year; the<br>spring days are fugitive; the frail<br>flowers die for nothing, and the wise<br>man warns me that life is but a<br>dewdrop on the lotus leaf.<br> Should I neglect all this to gaze after<br>one who has turned her back on me?<br> That would be rude and foolish,<br>for time is short.<br> Then, come, my rainy nights with<br>pattering feet; smile, my golden <br>autumn; come, careless April, scatter-<br>ing your kisses abroad.<br> You come, and you, and you also!<br> My loves, you know we are mortals.<br>Is it wise to break one's heart for the <br>one who takes her heart away? For<br>time is short.<br> It is sweet to sit in a corner to muse<br>and write in rhymes that you are all<br>my world.<br> It is heroic to hug one's sorrow and <br>determine not to be consoled.<br> But a fresh face peeps across my<br>door and raise its eyes to my eyes.<br> I cannot but wipe away my tears <br>and change the tune of my song.<br> For time is short.</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=480058" data-title="The Gardener XLVI: You Left Me de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description="You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image in my heart wrought in a golden song. But ah, my evil fortune, time is short. Youth wanes year after year; the spring days are fugitive; the frail f..."></div> </div> </div>

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