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I am restless (87)
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![Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 583 W: 70 N: 1849]](http://i1.trekearth.com/misc/g-g-g.gif) (12127) | I am restless (Rabindranath Tagore)
I am restless.
I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing
to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond,
O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that I have no wings to fly,
that I am bound in this spot evermore.
I am eager and wakeful,
I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering
an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart
as its very own.
O Far-to-seek,
O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that I know not the way,
that I have not the winged horse.
I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours,
what vast vision of thine
takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end,
O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that the gates are shut everywhere
in the house where I dwell alone.
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