Adolphe William Bouguereau painting
Chain Of Pearls
Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
Wealth and fame come from thee
Rabindranath Tagore
with my tears of sorrow.
but mine will hang upon thy breast.
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.
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