It was mid-day when you went <br />away . <br /> The sun was strong in the sky. <br /> I had done my work and sat alone <br />on my balcony when you went away. <br /> Fitful gusts came winnowing <br />through the smells of may distant <br />fields. <br /> The doves cooed tireless in the shade, <br />and a bee strayed in my room hum- <br />ming the news of many distant fields. <br /> The village slept in the noonday <br />heat. The road lay deserted. <br /> In sudden fits the rustling of the <br />leaves rose and died. <br /> I gazed at the sky and wove in the <br />blue the letters of a name I had known, <br />while the village slept in the noonday <br />heat. <br /> I had forgotten to braid my hair. <br />The languid breeze played with it upon <br />my cheek. <br /> The river ran unruffled under the <br />shady bank. <br /> The lazy white clouds did not move. <br /> I had forgotten to braid my hair. <br /> It was mid-day when you went <br />away. <br /> The dust of the road was hot and <br />the fields panting. <br /> The doves cooed among the dense <br />leaves. <br /> I was alone in my balcony when you <br />went away.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-lv-it-was-mid-day/
