This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
Rabindranath Tagore · The Crescent Moon
Joy & wonder
“This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child…”
- Author
- Rabindranath Tagore
- Work
- The Crescent Moon
- Year
- 1913
- Chapter / part
- My Song
- Length
- 31 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #6520
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 1913. 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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