Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my <br />book all the morning. <br /> You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later; <br />can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve <br />o'clock? <br /> I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of <br />that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for <br />her supper by the side of the pond. <br /> I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing <br />darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny <br />black. <br /> If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night <br />come when it is twelve o'clock?<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twelve-o-clock/
