This is my delight, <br />thus to wait and watch at the wayside <br />where shadow chases light <br />and the rain comes in the wake of the summer. <br /> <br />Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, <br />greet me and speed along the road. <br />My heart is glad within, <br />and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet. <br /> <br />From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, <br />and I know that of a sudden <br />the happy moment will arrive when I shall see. <br /> <br />In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. <br />In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-shadow-chases-light/
