Gitanjali 46

I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.
I know not why to-day my life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to wind up my work and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.

Credit

From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Company, 1916) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.