Then finish the last song and let us <br />leave. <br /> Forget this night when the night is <br />no more. <br /> Whom do I try to clasp in my <br />arms? Dreams can never be made captive. <br /> My eager hands press emptiness to <br />my heart and it bruises my breast.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-li-then-finish-the-last-song/
