Rabindranath Tagore

There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes.

It seems he has seen things in ages and worlds beyond memory's shore,

and those forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves.

He has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved,

in twilight hours of many a nameless star.

Therefore his sky seems to ache with
the pain of countless meetings and partings,

and a longing pervades this spring breeze,

-the longing that is full of the whisper of
ages without beginning.
-from Lover's Gifts