COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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Who art thou that camest
Who art thou that earnest
Bearing the occult Name,
Eyes
of an unborn flame? Of a forgotten sun Out of the caverned midnight Fire-trails of wonder run.
Captured the heart renouncing Tautness of passion-worn strings Allows the wide-wayed sweetness Of free supernal things.
One Day
THE LITTLE MORE
One day, and all the half-dead is done, One day, and all the unborn begun; A little path and the great goal, A touch that brings the divine whole.
Hill after hill was climbed and now, Behold, the last tremendous brow And the great rock that none has trod: A step, and all is sky and God. Page-109 |