Art thou abroad on this stormy night <br />on thy journey of love, my friend? <br />The sky groans like one in despair. <br /> <br />I have no sleep tonight. <br />Ever and again I open my door and look out on <br />the darkness, my friend! <br /> <br />I can see nothing before me. <br />I wonder where lies thy path! <br /> <br />By what dim shore of the ink-black river, <br />by what far edge of the frowning forest, <br />through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading <br />thy course to come to me, my friend? <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friend/
