21 <br /> <br />THEY throw their shadows before them <br />who carry their lantern on their back. <br /> <br />22 <br /> <br />THAT I exist <br />is a perpetual surprise <br />which is life. <br /> <br />23 <br /> <br />'WE, the rustling leaves, <br />have a voice that answers the storms, <br />but who are you so silent?' <br />'I am a mere flower.' <br /> <br />24 <br /> <br />REST belongs to the work <br />as the eyelids to the eyes. <br /> <br />25 <br /> <br />MAN is a born child, <br />his power is the power of growth. <br /> <br />26 <br /> <br />GOD expects answers for the flowers he sends us, <br />not for the sun <br />and the earth. <br /> <br />27 <br /> <br />THE light that plays, like a naked child, <br />among the green leaves happily knows not <br />that man can lie. <br /> <br />28 <br /> <br />O BEAUTY, <br />find thyself in love, <br />not in the flattery of thy mirror. <br /> <br />29 <br /> <br />MY heart beats her waves at the shore of the world <br />and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, <br />'I love thee.' <br /> <br />30 <br /> <br />'MOON, <br />for what do you wait?' <br />'To salute the sun for whom I must make way.'<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-21-30/
