Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
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'' I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window, like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment she had a dream that rhymed with mine. '' - '' Mi alzai a sedere e vidi il bagliore della Via Lattea dalla mia finestra, come un mondo fatto di silenzio in fiamme, e mi chiesi se in quello stesso momento lei avesse un sogno che rimasse con il mio. '' beautiful!