From Tagore's fireflies

Someone just sent this to me and I thought it was beautiful. It's from Rabindranath Tagore's "Fireflies"

The shore whispers to the sea:
"Write to me what thy waves struggle to say."
The sea writes in foam again and again
and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.

The cloud laughed at the rainbow
saying that it was an upstart
gaudy in its emptiness.
The rainbow calmly answered,
"I am as inevitably real as the sun himself."

While the rose said to the sun,
"I shall ever remember thee,"
her petals fell to the dust.

Clouds are hills in vapour
hills are clouds in stone---
A fantasy in time's dream.