“_Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would
know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at
stars._”
--_Rabindranath Tagore._
Dark was the hour you slipped away,
Veiled in the shadowed light.
Touched with a sleep the others lay
Then as they do to-night.
Come, my darling, oh, come to mother,
Come for an hour and go;
For the stars which gaze upon one another--
Only the stars shall know.
Fair was the spring you left behind,
Born of a teeming womb;
And now once more has a gentle wind
Breathed, and the gardens bloom.
Come, my darling, oh, come for an hour--
Quick e’er the night is done;
And if you should ask for a single flower,
How could they miss just one?
Those who played in the sun with you--
Sure, they are playing still;
For Life is a spendthrift hand to woo,
Led by a reckless will.
Come, my darling, for treasured and deep
Take of my love but this;
And if once more to my arms you creep,
Who would begrudge one kiss?