You walked by the riverside path <br />with the full pitcher upon your hip. <br /> Why did you swiftly turn your face <br />and peep at me through your fluttering <br />veil? <br /> That gleaming look from the dark <br />came upon me like a breeze that sends <br />a shiver through the rippling water <br />and sweeps away to the shadowy <br />shore. <br /> It came to me like the bird of the <br />evening that hurriedly flies across the <br />lampless room from the one open <br />window to the other, and disappears <br />in the night. <br /> You are hidden as a star behind the <br />hills, and I am a passer-by upon the <br />road. <br /> But why did you stop for a moment <br />and glance at my face through your <br />veil while you walked by the river- <br />side path with the full pitcher upon <br />your hip?<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xix-you-walked/
