I hear the countless voices of the human heart
Flying unseen,
From the dim past to the dim unblossomed future.
Hear, within my own breast,
The fluttering of the homeless bird, which
In company of countless others,
Through light and darkness,
From shore to shore unknown.
The void of the universe is resounding with the
music of wings:
"Not here, not here, somewhere far beyond."
Rabindranath Tagore, from Balaka: A Flight of Swans (1916)
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