Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight.
the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading
thy course to come to me, my friend? --Rabindranath Tagore
Link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friend/
15-12-2009
Link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friend/
15-12-2009