Rabindranath Tagore Quotes About Morning

Quotes about: Morning

• Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Good Morning, Children, Hypocrite

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.423, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Morning, Memories, Spring

  Rabindranath Tagore (2017). “Delphi Collected Works of Rabindranath Tagore (Illustrated)”, p.520, Delphi Classics

• My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Lonely, Morning

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.75, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Morning, Past, East

• The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Smile, Dream, Baby

  Rabindranath Tagore (2013). “Gitanjali”, p.79, Simon and Schuster

• If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Morning, Flower

  Rabindranath Tagore (2013). “Gitanjali - Song Offerings”, p.19, Read Books Ltd

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