"What comes from your willing <br />hands I take. I beg for nothing <br />more." <br /> "Yes, yes, I know you, modest <br />mendicant, you ask for all that one <br />has." <br /> "If there be a stray flower for me <br />I will wear it in my heart." <br /> "But if there be thorns?" <br /> "I will endure them." <br /> "Yes, yes, I know you, modest <br />mendicant, you ask for all that one <br />has." <br /> "If but once you should raise your <br />loving eyes to my face it would make <br />my life sweet beyond death." <br /> "But if there be only cruel <br />glances?" <br /> "I will keep them piercing my <br />heart." <br /> "Yes, yes, I know you, modest <br />mendicant, you ask for all that one <br />has."<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xxvi-what-comes-from-your-willing-h/
