..Gitanjali

'He came and sat by my side

but I woke not.What a cursed sleep it was,O miserable me !!

He came when the night was still,

He had his harp in his hand,

and my dreams become resonant with its melodies..

Alas,why are my night all thus lost? Ah,why do I ever miss his

sight whose breath touches my sleep?'

-Rabindranath Tagore

Gitanjali