The secret whispered in the hush of night to the ear of your love
is wrought in the perpetual silence of stone.
Though empires crumble to dust, and centuries are lost in shadows,
the marble still sighs to the stars, ‘ I remember.’
‘I remember.’ – But life forgets, for she has her call to the Endless:
and she goes on her voyage unburdened, leaving her memories to the
forlorn forms of beauty.
-Rabindranath Tagore
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