Gitanjali: 38

That I want thee, only thee—let my heart repeat without end. All
desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the
core.
As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even
thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry—'I want thee,
only thee'.
As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against
peace with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy
love and still its cry is—'I want thee, only thee'.