71 <br /> <br />THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree. <br />The tree gave it. <br /> <br />72 <br /> <br />IN my solitude of heart <br />I feel the sigh of this widowed evening <br />veiled with mist and rain. <br /> <br />73 <br /> <br />CHASTITY <br />is a wealth that comes from <br />abundance of love. <br /> <br />74 <br /> <br />THE mist, <br />like love, <br />plays upon the heart of the hills <br />and brings out surprises of beauty. <br /> <br />75 <br /> <br />WE read the world wrong <br />and say that it deceives us. <br /> <br />76 <br /> <br />THE poet wind is out over the sea <br />and the forest to seek his own voice. <br /> <br />77 <br /> <br />EVERY child <br />comes with the message <br />that God is not yet discouraged <br />of man. <br /> <br />78 <br /> <br />THE grass seeks her crowd in the earth. <br />The tree seeks his solitude of the sky. <br /> <br />79 <br /> <br />MAN barricades against himself. <br /> <br />80 <br /> <br />YOUR voice, my friend, <br />wanders in my heart, <br />like the muffled sound of the sea <br />among these listening pines.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-71-80/
