This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like <br />the fond arms of love. <br />This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of <br />blessing. <br />When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in <br />your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with <br />aloofness. <br />My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will <br />transport your heart to the verge of the unknown. <br />It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is <br />over your road. <br />My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry <br />your sight into the heart of things. <br />And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in <br />your living heart.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-song-3/
