Life

"A life of nothing’s nothing worth,
  From that first nothing ere his birth,
  To that last nothing under earth.
  Tennyson, Two Voices"

But let us sing just the opposite with regard to the life of Tagore:

A life of fulness’ fulness worth,
From that first fulness ere his birth,
To that last fulness beyond earth.

"Our lives, Tagore says, are famished for want of neglected joys within our reach, while we are pursuing chimerical impossibilities."

He writes elsewhere something about life which is very significant.
"In our life we have one side which is finite, where we exhaust ourselves at every step, and have another side, where our aspiration, enjoyment and sacrifice are infinite."