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GITANJALI
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of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!
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On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life—I will never let him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.
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O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day have I kept watch for
