COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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The Three Cries of Deiphobus
Awake,
awake, O sleeping men of Troy, I
perish in the treacherous lonely night
Have slipped its leash and bark upon your doors? Not
long will ye, unless in Pluto’s realm,
Swift help we need, or Ilion’s days are done.
Moulded twixt life and death, Love came between; Then
the night fell; twilight faded, the star had been.
A Doubt But
the old world's gifts were three, Sweetest,
oldest, musicalest. These,
Life’s first, proved also best? Page-33 |