You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then. You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived. In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.
Rabindranath Tagore · The Crescent Moon
Joy & wonder
“You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were…”
- Author
- Rabindranath Tagore
- Work
- The Crescent Moon
- Year
- 1913
- Chapter / part
- The Beginning
- Length
- 88 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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