...not altogether lost

I KNOW THAT this life, missing its ripeness in love, is not  altogether lost.

I know that the flowers that fade in the dawn, the

     streams that strayed in the desert, are not

     altogether lost .

I know that whatever lags behind in this life laden with

     slowness is not altogether lost.

I know that my dreams that are still unfulfilled, and my

melodies still unstruck, are clinging to some lute-

strings of thine, and they and they are not

altogether lost.

.... (from Tagore's Crossing)