When my play was with thee I never
questioned who thou wert. I knew nor
shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous.
In the early morning thou wouldst
call me from my sleep like my own
comrade and lead me running from
glade to glade.
On those days I never cared to know
the meaning of songs thou sangest to
me. Only my voice took up the tunes,
and my heart danced in their cadence.
Now, when the playtime is over,
what is this sudden sight that is come
upon me? The world with eyes bent
upon thy feet stands in awe with all its
silent stars.
From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1913) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.