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 Tears still dropped from the eyes of the old man as his fingers played on the lute, and he hummed mournfully, "Dark is the night and thick are the clouds."

To those who read Rabindranath's poems in the original, the break, such as it is, between the moods of and  hardly exists in the same degree. In these books the reader has the essence of a much larger body of verse, representing every mood and every stage of the poet's history; and in their pages the