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I Smile

 
 
I smile to make  
Thee smile.  
I weep to make  
Thee weep.  
All deeds of mine invoke  
Thy nameless, sunvast sweep.

 by Sri Chinmoyfrom My First Friendship With The Muse

 

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  • Library of Poetry
    • Hope
    • Love is a thing to Become
    • Mother of Compassion
    • My first friendship with the muse
      • How Long Am I To Wait?
      • I Need The Eye
      • I See Thy Golden Wings
      • I Smile
      • I Smile for Thee
      • My Inner Race
      • My Longings
      • My Nature Old
      • My Vital And My Mind
      • O Sun Unplumbed
      • Of What Is Made Thy Heart?
      • Our Thoughts
      • Quick March
      • The Seed
      • Thy Love To Bind
      • To-Day My Human Mind
    • My Flute
    • Peace
    • Selected Poems II
    • Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees
    • Song-poems
    • Songs of the Soul
    • Ten Thousand Flower-Flames
    • The Beauty of a Simplicity life
    • The Dance of Life
    • The Goal is won
    • The Golden Boat
    • The Poet Seers
    • The Upanishads
    • The Wings of Light
    • Transcendence Perfection
    • Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants
    • Very Old Friends
    • You are God’s Beauty
    • Your Teachers
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