Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind. That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
ரபீந்திர நாத் தாகூரின் கீதாஞ்சலியில் இருந்து எனக்கு பிடித்த ஒரு வசனக் கவிதை. :-)