Why did he choose to come to my
door, the wandering youth, when the
day dawned?
As I come in and out I pass by him
every time, and my eyes are caught by
his face.
I know not if I should speak to him
or keep silent. Why did he choose to
come to my door?
The cloudy nights in July are dark;
the sky is soft blue in the autumn; the
spring days are restless with the south
wind.
He weaves his songs with fresh
tunes every time.
I turn from my work and my eyes
fill with the mist. Why did he choose
to come to my door?
The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose
Rabindranath Tagore
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Poem topics: autumn, dark, july, sky, spring, wind, work, fresh, blue, face, silent, speak, soft, Valentine's Day, youth, time, door, choose, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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