Gitanjali 87

In desperate hope I go and search for 

her in all the corners of my room; I

find her not.

    My house is small and what once has

gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, 

and seeking her I have come to thy 

door.

    I stand under the golden canopy of

thine evening sky and I lift my eager

eyes to thy face.

    I have come to the brink of eternity

from which nothing can vanish-no 

hope, no happiness, no vision of a face 

seen through tears.

    Oh, dip my emptied life into that 

ocean, plunge it into the deepest full- 

ness. Let me for once feel that lost 

sweet touch in the allness of the uni-

verse.