Lovers Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk
Read 'Lovers Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk' by 'Rabindranath Tagore' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Lovers Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore
Come to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers that
press themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at some
chance joy, which like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines, yet
elude.
For lover's gift is shy, it never tells its name, it flits
across the shade, spreading a shiver of joy along the dust.
Overtake it or miss it for ever. But a gift that can be
grasped is merely a frail flower, or a lamp with flame that will
flicker.
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