Looking towards the East, there is endless blue above, endless white beneath. Sky empty, earth empty too—the emptiness below hard and barren, that overhead arched and ethereal—one could hardly find elsewhere such a picture of stark desolation.
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Glimpses of Bengal Selected from the Letters of Sir Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore.
