POEM
(“Amidst the rush and roar of life...”)
Rabindranath Tagore IX
Amidst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and repeats to you:
“Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my mute bride!”
But your speech is shut up in stone, O you immovably fair!
Source: Poetry (June 1913).
This poem originally appeared in the June 1913 issue of Poetry.
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