I must launch out my boat. <br />The languid hours pass by on the <br />shore---Alas for me! <br /> <br />The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. <br />And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger. <br /> <br />The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane <br />the yellow leaves flutter and fall. <br /> <br />What emptiness do you gaze upon! <br />Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air <br />with the notes of the far-away song <br />floating from the other shore?<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boat/
