The Recall, R. Tagore

THEnight was dark when she went away, and they slept.

Thenight is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my darling; the worldis asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars aregazing at stars."

Shewent away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young.

Nowthe flowers are in high bloom and I call, "Come back, my darling. Thechildren gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport.And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it."

Thosethat used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is life.

Ilisten to their chatter and call, "Come back, my darling, for mother'sheart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to snatch only one littlekiss from her no one will grudge it."