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“Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my
hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my
heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you
with nothing.
I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still.
Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence.
I will become one with the night clasping the earth in
my breast.
Make my life glad with nothing.
The rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines
in the wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume.
The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill to
the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy.” – Rabindranath Tagore