On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, <br />and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded. <br /> <br />Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my <br />dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind. <br /> <br />That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to <br />me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion. <br /> <br />I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this <br />perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lotus/
