She Is Near to My Heart.

She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she is

sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my life

flowing in its fullness, like a river in autumn flood, running with

serene abandonment. My songs are one with my love, like the murmur

of a stream, that sings with all its waves and current.


Rabindranath Tagore