91 <br /> <br />THE great earth makes herself hospitable <br />with the help of the grass. <br /> <br />92 <br /> <br />THE birth and death of the leaves <br />are the rapid whirls of the eddy <br />whose wider circles <br />move slowly among stars. <br /> <br />93 <br /> <br />POWER said to the world, 'You are mine. <br />The world kept it prisoner on her throne. <br />Love said to the world, 'I am thine.' <br />The world gave it the freedom of her house. <br /> <br />94 <br /> <br />THE mist is like the earth's desire. <br />It hides the sun for whom she cries. <br /> <br />95 <br /> <br />BE still, <br />my heart, <br />these great trees are prayers. <br /> <br />96 <br /> <br />THE noise of the moment <br />scoffs at the music of the Eternal. <br /> <br />97 <br /> <br />I THINK of other ages <br />that floated upon the stream of life <br />and love and death and are forgotten, <br />and I feel the freedom of passing away. <br /> <br />98 <br /> <br />THE sadness of my soul is her bride's veil. <br />It waits to be lifted in the night. <br /> <br />99 <br /> <br />DEATH'S stamp gives value to the coin of life; <br />making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-91-99/