Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, <br />O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves, <br />these idle clouds sailing across the sky, <br />this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead. <br /> <br />The morning light has flooded my eyes---this is thy message to my heart. <br />Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, <br />and my heart has touched thy feet. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-breeze/
