COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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GLASNEVIN CEMETERY
Patriots, behold your guerdon. This man found Erin,
his mother, bleeding, chastised, bound, Like
Pallas’ self, the Gorgon in her hands. And
she this image yet recover, fired So
stand, the blush of battle on her cheek, Like some dread Sphinx, half patent to the eye, Half
veiled in formidable secrecy. Loosening the fountains of that mighty strife, Where sits he? On what high foreshadowing throne Guarded by grateful hearts? Beneath this stone He lies: this guerdon only Ireland gave, A broken heart and an unhonoured grave. Page-11 |