Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of ...
I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind. The ...
Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my being,art thou pleased, Lord of my Life?For I give to thee my ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for youand set your solitary image in myheart ...
One day in spring, a woman cameIn my lonely woods,In the lovely form of the Beloved.Came, to give to my ...
Reverend sir, forgive this pair ofsinners. Spring winds to-day areblowing in wild eddies, driving dustand dead leaves away, and with ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, ...
An unbelieving smile flits on youreyes when I come to you to take myleave. I have done it so often that ...
Why did he choose to come to mydoor, the wandering youth, when theday dawned? As I come in and out I ...
I must launch out my boat.The languid hours pass by on theshore—-Alas for me!The spring has done its flowering and ...
When she passed by me with quicksteps, the end of her skirt touchedme. From the unknown island of aheart came a ...
Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned? As I come in ...
When she passed by me with quick steps, the end of her skirt touched me. From the unknown island of ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for ...
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore---Alas for me! The spring has done ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the ...
I was walking by the road, I do not know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled ...
An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it ...
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinners. Spring winds to-day are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust and dead leaves ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
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