Then finish the last song and let us
leave.
Forget this night when the night is
no more.
Whom do I try to clasp in my
arms? Dreams can never be made captive.
My eager hands press emptiness to
my heart and it bruises my breast.
Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-li-then-finish-the-last-song/
