Why do you whisper so faintly in <br />my ears, O Death, my Death? <br /> When the flowers droop in the <br />evening and cattle come back to their <br />stalls, you stealthily come to my side <br />and speak words that I do not <br />understand. <br /> Is this how you must woo and win <br />me with the opiate of drowsy murmur <br />and cold kisses, O Death, my Death? <br /> Will there be no proud ceremony <br />for our wedding? <br /> Will you not tie up with a wreath <br />your tawny coiled locks? <br /> Is there none to carry your banner <br />before you, and will not the night be <br />on fire with your red torch-lights, <br />O Death, my Death? <br /> Come with your conch-shells sound- <br />ing, come in the sleepless night. <br /> Dress me with a crimson mantle, <br />grasp my hand and take me. <br /> Let your chariot be ready at my <br />door with your horses neighing impatiently. <br /> Raise my veil and look at my face <br />proudly, O Death, my Death!<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-lxxxi-why-do-you-whisper-so-faintly/
