COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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The Spring Child
ON
BASANTI’S
BIRTHDAY
- JYESTHA
1900 Of Spring is her name for whose bud and blooming We praise today the Giver, — Of Spring, and its sweetness clings about her For her face is Spring and Spring’s without her,
As loth to leave her. Lies hard on stream and plain, And all things wither with heats diurnal; But she! how vanished things and vernal
In her remain. To watch her bloom and grow; For half we had thought our sweet bud could never Bloom out, but must surely remain for ever
The child we know. In God’s high governing Yet I deem that her soul with soft insistence Shall guard through all change the sweet existence
And charm of Spring. For this thy days had birth, Like some tender flower on some grey stone portal To sweeten and flush with childhood immortal
The ageing earth. Brilliant and bold and bright, The tulip and rose are fierier and brighter, But this has a softer hue, a whiter And milder light. Page – 29 Long be thy days in rain and sunshine, Often thy spring relume, Gladdening thy mother’s heart with thy beauty, Flowerlike doing thy gentle duty To be loved and bloom. Since I have seen your face at the window, sweet Love, you have thrown a spell on my heart, my feet. My heart to your face, my feet to your window still Bear
me by force as if by an alien will. I will strive no more; let it flutter and perish there. I
too will snare your body alive, O my dove, Did
you think to take my heart and pay me with pity? You shall lie on Love’s strong knees, in his white warm breast, Afraid,
with delighted lids that will not close.
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