I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works <br />that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. <br /> <br />Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, <br />and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. <br /> <br />Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and <br />the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. <br /> <br />Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing <br />dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moment-s-indulgence/
