A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait for <br />you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears <br />and hours ache with songs unsung." <br />It says, "Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through <br />the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered <br />fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall <br />meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to <br />shore."<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-xl-a-message-came-2/
