Gitanjali 22: In the deep shadows of the rainy July, with se

In the deep shadows of the rainy July, with secret steps, thou walkest,

silent as night, eluding all watchers.

Today the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of the insistent calls

of the loud east wind, and a thick veil has been drawn over the

ever-wakeful blue sky.

The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are all shut at every

house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street. Oh my

only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not

pass by like a dream.