To the guests that must go bid
God's speed and brush away all traces
of their steps.
Take to your bosom with a smile
what is easy and simple and near.
To-day is the festival of phantoms
that know not when they die.
Let your laughter be but a meaning-
less mirth like twinkles of light on
the ripples.
Let your life lightly dance on the
edges of Time like dew on the tip of
a leaf.
Strike in chords from your harp
fitful momentary rhythms.
The Gardener Xlv: To The Guests
Rabindranath Tagore
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Poem topics: away, dance, god, laughter, life, light, smile, time, simple, speed, easy, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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