The Gardener Lvii: I Plucked Your Flower Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lvii: I Plucked Your Flower
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I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the
thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it
darkened, I found that the flower had
faded, but the pain remained.
More flowers will come to you with
perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering
is over, and through the dark night
I have not my rose, only the pain
remains.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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