Everything he wrote is golden

Dirt Tracings by Eric Vondy

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; 

and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common

crowd, unknown to me, my king thou didst press the signet

of eternity upon many a fleeting moment of my life.

And to-day when by chance I light upon them and see thy

signature, I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with

the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play

among dust, and the steps that I heard in my playroom are

the same that are echoing from star to star.

 ~by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) Indian poet, playwright and essayist;

won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.

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This is Number Eight in a randomly-posted, continuing series of quotes by Tagore. 
Everything he wrote is golden.
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