COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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A Child’s Imagination
O thou golden image, Miniature of bliss, Speaking sweetly, speaking meetly! Every word deserves a kiss.
Strange, remote and splendid Childhood’s fancy pure Thrills to thoughts we cannot fathom, Quick felicities obscure.
When the eyes grow solemn Laughter fades away, Nature of her mighty childhood Recollects the Titan play;
Woodlands touched by sunlight Where the elves abode, Giant meetings, Titan greetings, Fancies of a youthful God.
These are coming on thee In thy secret thought; God remembers in thy bosom All the wonders that He wrought.
Snow in June may break from Nature, Ice through August last, The random rose may increase stature In December’s blast;
But this at least can never be, O thou mortal ecstasy, That one should live, even in pain, Visited by thy disdain. Page-48 |