I hunt for the golden stag. <br /> You may smile, my friends, but I <br />pursue the vision that eludes me. <br /> I run across hills and dales, I wander <br />through nameless lands, because I am <br />hunting for the golden stag. <br /> You come and buy in the market <br />and go back to your homes laden with <br />goods, but the spell of the homeless <br />winds has touched me I know not when <br />and where. <br /> I have no care in my heart; all my <br />belongings I have left far behind me. <br /> I run across hills and dales, I wander <br />through nameless lands--because I am <br />hunting for the golden stag.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-lxix-i-hunt-for-the-golden-stag/
