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Title: Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Tagore, Rabindranath, 1861-1941 Yeats, W. B. (William Butler), 1865-1939 Tagore, Abanindranath, 1871-1951, illus Basu, Nandalala, 1883-1966
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Publisher: New York, The Macmillan Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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winds idly play with theshadows. A sweet fountain springs up fromthe heart of my heart. My eyes are washed with delightlike the dew-bathed morning, and lifeis quivering in all my limbs like thesounding strings of the lute. Are you wandering alone by theshore of my life, where the tide is inflood, O lover of my endless days? Are my dreams flitting round youlike the moths with their many-col-oured wings? FRUIT-GATHERING 199 And are those your songs that areechoing in the dark caves of my being? Who but you can hear the hum ofthe crowded hours that sounds in myveins to-day, the glad steps that dancein my breast, the clamour of the rest-less life beating its wings in my body? 200 FRUIT-GATHERING LXXIV My bonds are cut, my debts are paid,my door has been opened, I go every-where. They crouch in their corner andweave their web of pale hours, theycount their coins sitting in the dustand call me back. But my sword is forged, my armouris put on, my horse is eager to run.I shall win my kingdom.
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Painted hy Siirendranath Kar The spring with its leaves and flowers has come intomy body FRUIT-GATHERING 201 LXXV It was only the other day that I cameto your earth, naked and nameless,with a wailing cry. To-day my voice is glad, while you,my lord, stand aside to make roomthat I may fill my life. Even when I bring you my songsfor an offering I have the secret hopethat men will come and love me forthem. You love to discover that I love thisworld where you have brought me. 202 FRUIT-GATHERING LXXVI Timidly I cowered in the shadow ofsafety, but now, when the surge of joycarries my heart upon its crest, myheart clings to the cruel rock of itstrouble. I sat alone in a corner of my housethinking it too narrow for any guest,but now when its door is flung open byan unbidden joy I find there is room forthee and for all the world. I walked upon tiptoe, careful of myperson, perfumed, and adorned—butnow when a glad whirlwind has over-thrown me in the dust I laugh and rollon the earth at thy fee

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