The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; <br />and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd, <br />unknown to me, my king, thou didst press the signet of eternity upon <br />many a fleeting moment of my life. <br /> <br />And today when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature, <br />I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of <br />joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten. <br /> <br />Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, <br />and the steps that I heard in my playroom <br />are the same that are echoing from star to star. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/signet-of-eternity/
