Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds
Comfort & remembrance
“Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising…”
- Author
- Rabindranath Tagore
- Work
- Stray Birds
- Year
- 1916
- Length
- 23 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #6524
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. Rabindranath Tagore died in 1941, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1916. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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