O thou the last fulfilment of life, <br />Death, my death, come and whisper to me! <br /> <br />Day after day I have kept watch for thee; <br />for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. <br /> <br />All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love <br />have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy. <br /> <br />One final glance from thine eyes <br />and my life will be ever thine own. <br /> <br />The flowers have been woven <br />and the garland is ready for the bridegroom. <br /> <br />After the wedding the bride shall leave her home <br />and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-508/
