Speak to me, my love! Tell me in <br />words what you sang. <br />The night is dark. The stars are <br />lost in clouds. The wind is sighing <br />through the leaves. <br />I will let loose my hair. My blue <br />cloak will cling round me like night. I <br />will clasp your head to my bosom; and <br />there in the sweet loneliness murmur <br />on your heart. I will shut my eyes <br />and listen. I will not look in your face. <br />When your words are ended, we will <br />sit still and silent. Only the trees will <br />whisper in the dark. <br />The night will pale. The day will <br />dawn. We shall look at each other's <br />eyes and go on our different paths. <br />Speak to me, my love! Tell me in <br />words what you sang.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xxix-speak-to-me/
