An unbelieving smile flits on your <br />eyes when I come to you to take my <br />leave. <br /> I have done it so often that you <br />think I will soon return. <br /> To tell you the truth I have the <br />same doubt in my mind. <br /> For the spring days come again <br />time after time; the full moon takes <br />leave and comes on another visit, <br />the flowers come again and blush <br />upon their branches year after year, <br />and it is likely that I take my leave <br />only to come to you again. <br /> But keep the illusion awhile; do <br />not send it away with ungentle <br />haste. <br /> When I say I leave you for all <br />time, accept it as true, and let a <br />mist of tears for one moment deepen <br />the dark rim of your eyes. <br /> Then smile as archly as you like <br />when I come again.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xl-an-unbelieving-smile/
