When the market is over
and they return homewards through the dusk,
I sit at the wayside to watch thee plying thy boat,
Crossing the dark water with the sunset gleam upon thy sail;
I see thy silent figure standing at the helm
and suddenly catch thy eyes gazing upon me;
I leave my song; and cry to thee to take me across.
Rabindranath
and they return homewards through the dusk,
I sit at the wayside to watch thee plying thy boat,
Crossing the dark water with the sunset gleam upon thy sail;
I see thy silent figure standing at the helm
and suddenly catch thy eyes gazing upon me;
I leave my song; and cry to thee to take me across.
Rabindranath
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