Night to little flower

I AM LIKE the night to you, little flower.

        I can only give you peace and a wakeful silence hidden in the dark.

        When in the morning you open your eyes, I shall leave you to a world a-hum with bees, and songful with birds.

My last gift to you will be a tear dropped into the depth of your youth; it will make your smile all the sweeter, and bemist your outlook on the pitiless mirth of day.

 

Rabindranath