The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;
and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;
and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds
while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.
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I haven't read much of Tagore for years, so what a delight to read this one. Stand-out lines: the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of clouds sun-embroidered green gloom The easy flow of words and the form make me think of Whitman and remind me that free verse is not free, that it requires a good ear and a treasury of vocabulary to draw from. Glen Kappy
What sensory images did the poet use to convey his emotions