There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. I seems he has seen <br />things in ages and worlds beyond memory's shore, and those <br />forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. He <br />has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight <br />hours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems to ache with <br />the pain of countless meetings and partings, and a longing pervades <br />this spring breeze, -the longing that is full of the whisper of <br />ages without beginning.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-xxxix-there-is-a-looker-on-2/
