I know that the day will come <br />when my sight of this earth shall be lost, <br />and life will take its leave in silence, <br />drawing the last curtain over my eyes. <br /> <br />Yet stars will watch at night, <br />and morning rise as before, <br />and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains. <br /> <br />When I think of this end of my moments, <br />the barrier of the moments breaks <br />and I see by the light of death <br />thy world with its careless treasures. <br />Rare is its lowliest seat, <br />rare is its meanest of lives. <br /> <br />Things that I longed for in vain <br />and things that I got <br />---let them pass. <br />Let me but truly possess <br />the things that I ever spurned <br />and overlooked. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-curtain/
