The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. <br /> The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my <br />darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came <br />for a moment while stars are gazing at stars." <br /> She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was <br />young. <br /> Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, "Come back, my <br />darling. The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport. <br />And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it." <br /> Those that used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is <br />life. <br /> I listen to their chatter and call, "Come back, my darling, <br />for mother's heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come <br />to snatch only one little kiss from her no one will grudge it."<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-recall/
