On the day when death will knock at 
thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
   Oh, I will set before my guest the 
full vessel of my life-I will never let 
him go with empty hands.
   All the sweet vintage of all my 
autumn days and summer nights, all
the earnings and gleanings of my busy 
life will I place before him at the close
of my days when death will knock at 
my door.

From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1913) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.