When I was asleep in the night
he came and sat beside me but I woke not.O miserable me and what a damnable sleep!
When he came the night was still
and he had his harp in his hands
and its melodies resonated my dreams!
My night is completely lost
when his face I miss, though his breathtouches my sleep despite its depth!
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 26
Henry Victor 02.01.2013
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