COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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O Coil, Coil
O coil,
honied envoy of the spring, For
I recall that day of vernal trees, Emparadised
in odours, only used But sweetest to my pleased and singing heart Thy
voice, O coil, in the peepel tree. O me! for pleasure turned to bitterest tears! O me! for the swift joy, too great to live, That only bloomed one hour! O wondrous day, That crowned the bliss of those delicious years. The
vernal radiance of my lover’s lips His
love around me than the summer air. O
lost ere yet that happy cry was still! The windlark gurgles in the golden leaves, The woodworm spins in shrillness on the bough: Thou by the waters wailing to thy love; O chocrobacque! have comfort, since to thee The dawn brings sweetest recompense of tears And she thou lovest hears thy pain . But I Am desolate in the heart of fruitful months, Am widowed in the sight of happy things, Uttering
my moan to the unhousèd winds, Page-10 |