Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk--the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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