Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener 60: Amidst the rush and roar of life

Amidst the rush and roar of life, O Beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof. Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and murmurs: "Speak, speak to me, my love; Speak, my bride!" But your speech is shut up in stone, O Immovable Beauty!