I Plucked Your Flower

I plucked your flower, O world! I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over,
and through the dark night, I have not my rose, only the pain remains.

~ A poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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