COLLECTED POEMS

 

 SRI AUROBINDO

 

CONTENTS

 

 

I. SHORT POEMS 1890-1900 

Songs To Myrtilla

1890-92

Perfect Thy Motion

 

Phaethon

1890-92

To A Hero-Worshipper

September 1891

Estelle

1890-92

O Coil, Coil

1890-92

Hic Jacet

1890-92

Lines On Ireland

1896

Charles Stewart Parnell

1891

Night By The Sea

1890-92

A Thing Seen

 

The Lover's Complaint

1890-92

Love In Sorrow

1890-92

The Island Grave

1890-92

Bankim Chandra Chatterjee

 

Saraswati With The LoTUS

1894

Goethe

1890-92

The Lost Deliverer 1890-92

Madhusudan Dutt

 

Envoi

1890-92

The Spring Child

1900

Since I Have Seen Your Face

 

Euphrosyne

 

The Nightingale

 

Song

 

Epigram

 

The Three Cries of Deiphobus

 

Epitaph

 

A Doubt

 

Perigune Prologuises

 
 

  Short Poems 1895-1908

Invitation

1908-09 (Alipore Jail)

Who

1908-09

Reminiscence

 

A Vision Of Science

 

Immortal Love

 

To The Sea

 

The Sea At Night

 

Evening

 

Revelation

 

A Tree

 

A Child's Imagination

 

Miracles

 

The Vedantin's Prayer

 

On The Mountains

 

Rebirth

 

Seasons

 

The Triumph-Song Of  Trishuncou

 

The Fear of Death

 

Life And Death

 

In The Moonlight

 

Parabrahman

 

God

 

Short Poems 1902-1930

The Mother Of Dreams

1908-09

The Birth of  Sin

 

Epiphany

 

To R.

 

The Rakshasas

 

Kama

 

Kamadeva

 

The Mahatmas

 

The Meditations of Mandavya

12-04-1913

Hell And Heaven

 

Life

 

Short Poems 1930-1950

A God's Labour

31-7-1935,1-1-1936

Bride Of The Fire

11-11-1935

The Blue Bird

11-11-1935

The Mother Of  God

1945

The Island Sun

3/13-10-1939

Silence Is All

14-1-1946

Is This The End

3-6-1945

Who Art Thou That Camest

22-3-1944

One Day

1938-39

The Dwarf Napoleon

16-10-1939

The Children of Wotan

August 1940

Despair on The Staircase

October 1939

Surrealist

 

 

 

Short Poems - Fragments

Morcundeya

 

A Voice Arose

 

I Walked Beside The Waters

25-4-1934

Urvasie

 

The Cosmic Man

25-9-1938

 

 

Sonnets 1930-1950

The Kingdom Within

14-3-1936

The Yogi On The Whirlpool

14-3-1936

The Divine Hearing

24-10-1937

Electron

15-7-1938

The Indwelling Universal

15-7-1938

The Witness Spirit

26-7-1938, 21-3-1944

The Pilgrim Of The Night

26-7-1938, 18-8-1944

The Hidden Plan

26-7-1938, 21-3-1944

The Inconscient

27-7-1938, 21-3-1944

Liberation

27-7-1938, 22-3-1944

Cosmic Consciousness

28-7-1938

The Golden Light

8-8-1938, 22-3-1944

Life-Unity

8-8-1938, 22-3-1944

Bliss Of  Identity

25-7-1938, 21-3-1944

The Iron Dictators

14-11-1938

Form

16-11-1938

The Infinite Adventure

11-9-1939

The Greater Plan

12-9-1939

The Universal Incarnation

13-9-1939

The Godhead

13-9-1939

The Stone Goddess

13-9-1939

Krishna

15-9-1939

The Cosmic Dance

15-9-1939

Shiva

16-9-1939

The Word Of The Silence

18/19-9/1939

The Dual Being

19-9-1939

The Self's Infinity

18/19-9-1939

Lila

20-9-1939

Surrender

20-9-1939

The Divine Worker

20-9-1939

The Guest

21-9-1939

The Inner Sovereign

22-9-1939

The Conscious Inconscient

24/28-9-1939

A Dream Of Surreal Science

25-9-1939

In The Battle

25-9-1939

The Little Ego

26/29-9-1939

The Miracle Of  Birth

27/29-9-1939

Moments

29-9-1939, 2-10-1939

The Bliss of Brahman

29-9-1939, 21-10-1939

The Human Enigma

September 1939

The Body

2-10-1939

Liberation

2/3-10-1939

Light

3/4-10-1939

The Unseen Infinite

October 1939

Self

15-10-1939

The Cosmic Spirit

15-10-1939, 5-11-1939

"I"   

15-10-1939, 3-11-1939

Omnipresence

17-10-1939

The Inconscient  Foundation

18-10-1939, 7-2-1940

Adwaita

19-10-1939

The Hill-Top Temple

21-10-1939

Because Thou Art

25-10-1939

Divine Sight

26-10-1939

Divine Sense

1-11-1939

Immortality

1939 (?) 8-2-1940

Man, The Despot Of Contraries

29-7-1940 (?)

Evolution

1938, 22-3-1944

The Silver Call

1938, 23-3-1944

The Inner Fields

14-3-1947 (?)

Sonnets-Undated

Transformation

 

Nirvana

 

The Other Earths

 

Contrasts

 

Man, The Thinking Animal

 

The Dumb Inconscient

 

The Infinitesimal Infinite

 

Evolution

 

The One Self

 

Our Godhead Calls Us

 

Discoveries Of Science I

 

Discoveries Of Science II

 

Discoveries Of Science III

 

III. LONGER POEMS

The Vigil Of Thaliard

August 1891- April 1892

Urvasie

 

Love And Death

June,July 1899

Khaled Of  The Sea

 

Baji Prabhou

 

The Rishi

 

ChitraNganda

 

Uloupie

 

The Tale Of Nala

 
   

 

VI. POEMS IN NEW METRES

 

Fragments

 

VII. METRICAL EXPERIMENTS

1934-1939

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

 

Bibliographical Note

Thought the Paraclete

 
 

As some bright archangel in vision flies
Plunged in dream-caught spirit immensities,
Past the long green crests of the seas of life,
Past the orange skies of the mystic mind
Flew my thought self-lost in the vasts of God.
Sleepless wide great glimmering wings of wind
Bore the gold-red seeking of feet that trod
Space and Time's mute vanishing ends. The face
Lustred, pale-blue-lined of the hippogriff,
Eremite, sole, daring the bourneless ways,
Over world-bare summits of timeless being
Gleamed; the deep twilights of the world-abyss
Failed below. Sun-realms of supernal seeing,
Crimson-white mooned oceans of pauseless bliss
Drew its vague heart-yearning with voices sweet.
Hungering, large-souled to surprise the unconned
Secrets white-fire-veiled of the last Beyond,
Crossing power-swept silences rapture-stunned,
Climbing high far ethers eternal-sunned,
Thought the great-winged wanderer parac1ete
Disappeared slow-singing a flame-word rune.
Self was left, lone, limitless, nude, immune.

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Moon of Two Hemispheres

A gold moon-raft floats and swings slowly
And it casts a fire of pale holy blue light
On the dragon tail aglow of the faint night
That glimmers far, - swimming,
The illumined shoals of stars skimming,
Overspreading earth and drowning the heart in sight
With the ocean depths and breadths of the Infinite.

A gold moon-ship sails or drifts ever
In our spirit's skies and halts never, blue-keeled,
And it throws its white-blue fire on this grey field,
Night's dragon loop, - speeding,
The illumined star-thought sloops leading
To the Dawn, their harbour home, to the Light unsealed,
To the sun-face Infinite, the Untimed revealed.

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Rose of God

Rose of God, vermilion stain on the sapphires of heaven,
Rose of Bliss, fire-sweet, seven-tinged with the ecstasies seven!
Leap up in our heart of humanhood, 0 miracle, 0 flame,
Passion-flower of the Nameless, bud of the mystical Name.

Rose of God, great wisdom-bloom on the summits of being,
Rose of Light, immaculate core of the ultimate seeing!
Live in the mind of our earthhood; 0 golden Mystery, flower,
Sun on the head of the Timeless, guest of the marvellous Hour.

Rose of God, damask force of Infinity, red icon of might,
Rose of Power with thy diamond halo piercing the night!
Ablaze in the will of the mortal, design the wonder of thy plan,
Image of Immortality, outbreak of the Godhead in man.

Rose of God, smitten purple with the incarnate divine Desire,
Rose of Life, crowded with petals, colour's lyre!
Transform the body of the mortal like a sweet and magical rhyme;
Bridge our earthhood and heavenhood, make deathless the children
of Time.

Rose of God, like a blush of rapture on Eternity's face,
Rose of Love, ruby depth of all being, fire-passion of Grace!
Arise from the heart of the yearning that sobs in Nature's abyss:
Make earth the home of the Wonderful and life beatitude's kiss.

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NOTES

In some of these poems, as in others of the Six Poems (see Bibliography), a quantitative metrical system has been used which seems to have puzzled some critics, apparently because it does not follow the laws of quantity obtaining in the ancient classical languages. But those laws are quite alien to the rhythm and sound-structure of the English tongue; the attempt to observe them has always ended in deserved and inevitable failure. Another system has been followed here which is in agreement with the native rhythm of English speech. There what determines the metrical length or brevity of syllables is weight, the weight of the voice emphasis or the dwelling of the voice upon the sound. Where there is that emphasis or that dwelling of the voice, the syllable may be considered metrically long; where both are absent there will be, normally, a recognisable shortness which can only be cured by some aid of consonant weight or other lengthening circumstance. All stressed syllables are metrically long in English and cannot be otherwise however short the vowel may be, for they dominate the verse movement; this is a fact which is ignored in the traditional account of English quantity and which many experimenters in quantitative verse have chosen to disregard with disastrous consequences, - all their genius or skill in metrical technique could not save them from failure. On the other hand, a long-vowel syllable can be regarded as metrically long even if there is no stress upon it. In the quantitative system used in these poems this possibility is converted into a law: metrical length is obligatory for all such natural syllabic longs, while a short-vowel syllable unstressed is normally short for metrical purposes unless it is very heavily weighted with consonants. But the mere occurrence of two or more consonants after a short vowel does not by itself make the syllable long as it necessarily does in Greek, Latin or Sanskrit.

The system may then be reduced to the following rules: -
1. All stressed syllables are regarded as metrically long, as also all syllables supported on a long vowel.
2. All short-vowel syllables not stressed are regarded as

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short unless they are heavily weighted with consonants. But on this last point no fixed rule can be given; in each case the ear must be the judge.
3. There are a great number of sounds in English which can be regarded according to circumstances either as longs or as shorts. Here too the ear must decide in each case.
4. English quantity metres cannot be as rigid as the metres of ancient tongues. The rhythm of the language demands a certain variability, free or sparing, without which monotony sets in; accordingly, in all English metres modulation is admitted as possible. Even the most regular rhythms do not altogether shut our the substitution of other feet than those fixed in the normal basic arrangement of the line; they admit at least so much as is needed to give the necessary pliancy or variety to the movement. There is sometimes a very free use of such variations; but they ought not to be allowed to break the basic movement or overburden or overlay it. The same rule must apply in quantitative metres; especially in long poems modulations are indispensable.

This system is not only not at discord with the sound-structure of the language, it accords closely with its natural rhythm; it only regulates and intensifies into metrical pitch and tone the cadence that is already there even in prose, even in daily speech. If we take passages from English literature which were written as prose but with some intensity of rhythm, its movement can be at once detected, e.g.,

Cŏnsīdĕr | thĕ līlĭĕs | ŏf thĕ fīēld, | hōw thēy grōw; | | thēy tōīl nŏt, |
nēīthĕr do | thēy spīn; | | yĕt Ī | sāy ŭntŏ | yŏu thăt ēvěn | Sōlŏmŏn |
ĭn āll hĭs | glōrў | | wăs nŏt ărrāyed | līke ŭntŏ | ōne ŏf thēse: | |
 

or again,


Blēssĕd are | thĕ mēēk; | fŏr thēy shăll | ĭnhērĭt | thĕ ēārth | . . . .
Blēssĕd are | thĕ pūre ĭn hēārt; | fŏr thēy shăll sēē | Gōd;
or again, from Shakespeare's prose,
Thĭs gōōdly frāme, | thĕ ēāth, sēēms | ă stērile | prōmŏntŏrў; |

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thĭs mōst ēxcĕl|lĕnt cānŏpў, | thĕ āīr, lōōk yoŭ, | thĭs brāve
ō'ērhāng|ĭng fīrmăměnt, | thĭs măjēstĭc|ăl rōōf frēttěd | with gōlděn fire |

and so on with a constant recurrence of the same quantitative movement all through; or, yet more strikingly,

Hōw ārt thōū | făllĕn frŏm | Hēāvěn, 0 | Lūcĭfěr, | sōn ŏf thĕ mōrnĭng!

This last sentence can be read indeed as a very perfect hexameter. The first of these passages could be easily presented as four lines of free quantitative verse, each independent in its arrangement of feet, but all swaying in a single rhythm. Shakespeare's is most wonderfully balanced in a series of differing four-syllabled, with occasional shorter, feet, as if of deliberate purpose, though it is no intention of the mind but the ear of the poet that has constructed this fine design of rhythmic prose. A free quantitative verse in this kind would be perfectly possible.

A more regular quantitative metre can be of two kinds. There could be lines all with the same metrical arrangement following each other without break or else alternating lines with a different arrangement for each, forming a stanza, - as in the practice of accentual metres. But there could also be an arrangement in strophe and antistrophe as in the Grtek chorus. In Thought the Paraclete the first rule is followed; all the lines are on the same model. The metre of this poem has a certain rhythmic similarity to the Latin hendecasyllable which runs ¯ ¯ | ¯ ˘ ˘ | ¯ ˘ | ¯ ˘ | ˘˘,e.g.

Sōlēs | ōccĭdĕr(e) | ēt rĕ|dīrĕ | pōssūnt,
Nōbīs | cūm sĕmĕl | ōccĭd|īt brĕ|vīs lūx
Nōx ēst | pērpĕtŭ(a) | ūnă | dōrmĭ|ēndă.
1

 

But here the metre runs - ˘ | - -  | - ˘ ˘ | - ˘ | - - ˘ | ; a trochee
 

1Suns may set and come again;
For us, when once our brief light has set,
There is one perpetual night to be slept

                                      
CATULLUS

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is transferred from the closing flow of trochees to the beginning of the line, the spondee and dactyl are pushed into the middle, the last syllable of the closing trochee is most often dropped altogether. Classical metres cannot always with success be taken over just as they are into the English rhythm; often some modifications are needed to make them more malleable.
        In Moon of Two Hemispheres the strophe antistrophe system has. been used: the lines of the stanza differ from each other in the nature and order of the feet, no identity or approach to identity is imposed; but each line of the antistrophe follows scrupulously the arrangement of the corresponding line of the strophe. An occasional modulation at most is allowed, e.g., the substitution of a trochee for a spondee. The whole poem, however, in spite of its metrical variations, follows a single general rhythmic movement.
        Rose of God, like a previous poem In Horis Aeternum, is wntten in pure stress metre. As stress and high accentual pitch usually coincide, it is possible to scan accentual metre on the stress principle and stress metre also can be so written that it can be scanned as accentual verse; but pure stress metre depends entirely on stress ictus. In ordinary poetry stress and natural syllabic quantity enter in as elements of the rhythm, but are not, qua stress and quantity, essential elements of the basic metre: in pure stress metre there is a reversal of these values; quantity and accentual inflexion are subordinate and help to build the rhythm, but stress alone determines the metrical basis. In Rose of God each line is composed of six stresses, and the whole poem is built of five stanzas, each containing four such lines; the arrangement of feet varies freely to suit the movement of thought and feeling in each line. Thus,

Róse of |
Gód, | damask fórce of | Infínity, | red ícon of | míght,
Róse of | Pówer |
with thy díam|ond hálo | piércing | the níght,
Abláze | in the wíll of | the mórtal, | desígn | the wónder of| thy
                                                                                                plán,
Ímage of |
Ímmor|tálity, | outbréak of | the Gódhead | in man.

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Musa Spiritus

O word concealed in the upper fire,
Thou who hast lingered through centuries,
Descend from thy rapt white desire,
Plunging through gold eternities.

Into the gulfs of our nature leap,
Voice of the spaces, call of the Light!
Break the seals of Matter's sleep,
Break the trance of the unseen height.

In the uncertain glow of human mind,
Its waste of unharmonied thronging thoughts,
Carve thy epic mountain-lined
Crowded with deep prophetic grots.

Let thy hue-winged lyrics hover like birds
Over the swirl of the heart's sea.
Touch into sight with thy fire-words
The blind indwelling deity.

0 Muse of the Silence, the wideness make
In the unplumbed stillness that hears thy voice,
In the vast mute heavens of the spirit awake
Where thy eagles of Power flame and rejoice.

Out, out with the mind and its candle flares,
Light, light the suns that never die.
For my ear the cry of the seraph stars
And the forms of the Gods for my naked eye!

Let the little troubled life-god within
Cast his veils from the still soul,
His tiger-stripes of virtue and sin,
His c1amour and glamour and thole and dole;

All make tranquil, all make free.
Let my heart-beats measure the footsteps of God
As He comes from His timeless infinity
To build in their rapture His burning abode.

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His calm pure dawns and His noons of force.
My acts for the grooves of His chariot-race,
My thoughts for the tramp of His great steeds' course!


 

Krishna
CRETICS


O immense Light and thou, O spirit-wide boundless Space,
Whom have you clasped and hid, deathless limbs, gloried face?
Vainly lie Space and Time, "Void are we, there is none."
Vainly strive Self and World crying, "I, I alone."
One is there, Self of self, Soul of Space, Fount of Time,
Heart of hearts, Mind of minds, He alone sits, sublime.
Oh, no void Absolute self-absorbed, splendid, mute,
Hands that clasp hold and red lips that kiss blow the flute.
All He loves, all He moves, all are His, all are He!
Many limbs sate His whims, bear His sweet ecstasy.
Two in One, Two who know difference rich in sense,
Two to clasp, One to be, this His strange mystery.


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The World Game

THE ISHWARA TO THE ISHWARI

In god-years yet unmeasured by a man's thought or by the earth's dance or the moon's spin
I have guarded the law of the Invisible for the sake of thy smile, O sweet;
While lives followed innumerable winged lives, as if birds crossing a wide sea,
I have watched on the path of the centuries for the light of thy running feet.

The earth's dancing with tpe sun in his fire-robes, was it not thou circling my flame-soul?
The gazings of the moon in its nectar-joy were my look questing for thee through Space.
The world's haste and the racing of the tense mind and the long gallop of fleet years
Were my speed to arrive through the flux of things and to neighbour at last thy face.

The earth's seeking is mine and the immense scope of the slow aeons my heart's way;
For I follow a secret and sublime Will and the steps of thy Mother-might.
In the dim brute and the peering of man's brain and the calm sight in a god's eyes
It is I who am questing in Life's broken ways for thy laughter and love and light.

When Time moved not yet nor Space was unrolled wide, for thy game of the worlds I gave
Myself to thy delightful hands of power to govern me and move and drive;
To earth's dumbness I fell for thy desire's sport weaving my spirit stuff
In a million pattern-shapes of souls made with me alive.

The worlds are only a playfield of Thou-I and a hued masque of the Two-One,
I am in thee as thou art in me, 0 Love; we are closer than heart and breast;
From thee I leaped forth struck to a spirit spark, I mount back in the soul's fire;

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To our motion the stars whirl in the swing of Time, our oneness is Nature's rest.
When Light first from the unconscious Immense broke (burst) to create nebula and sun
'Twas the meeting of our hands through the empty Night that enkindled the fateful blaze;
The huge systems abandoned their inert trance and this green crater of life rose
That we might look on each other form on form from the depths of a living gaze.

The Mind travelled in its ranges tier on tier with its wide-eyed or its rapt thought,
My thought toiling laboured to know all myself in thee to our atoms and widths and deeps,
My all yearned to thy all to be held close, to the heart heart and to self self,
As a sea with a sea joins or limbs with limbs, and as waking's delight with sleep's.

When mind pinnacled is lost in thy Light-Vasts and the man drowns in the god,
Thy Truth shall ungirdle its golden flames and thy diamond whiteness blaze;
My souls lumined shall discover their joy-self, they shall clasp all in the near One,
And the sorrow of the heart shall turn to bliss and thy sweetness possess earth's days.

Then shall Life be thy arms drawing thy own clasped to thy breast's rapture or calm peace,
With thy joy for the spirit's immortal flame and thy peace for its deathless base.
Our eyes meeting the long love shut in deep eyes and our beings held fast and one,
I shall know that the game was well worth the toil (strife) whose end is thy divine embrace.

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Symbol Moon

 

Once again thou hast climbed, 0 moon, like a white fire on the glimmering edge,
Floating up, floating up from the haunted verge of a foam-tremulous sea,
Mystic-horned here crossing the grey-hued listless nights and days,
Spirit-silver craft from the ports of eternity.

 

Dumbly blithe, shuddering, the air is filled from thy cup of pale mysterious wine:
Gleam quivers to longing gleam; and the faery torches lit for Night's
mysteries, set in her niches stark and deep;
The inconscient gulfs stir and are vaguely thrilled, while their unheard voices
cry to the Wonder-light new-seen
Till descending its ray shall unlock with a wizard rod of fire the dumb recesses of sleep.

Overhead with thy plunging and swaying prow thou fleetest, 0 ship of the gods,
Glorifying the clouds with thy halo, but our hearts with a rose-red rapture
shed from the secret breasts of love;
Almost thou seemest the very bliss that floats in opaline air over heaven's golden roads,
Embodied here to capture our human lives like a nectar face of light in the doubtful blue above.

Bright and alone in a white-foam-glinted delicate dim-blue ocean of sky,
Ever thou runst and thou floatest as a magic drifting bowl
Flung by the hand of a drunken god in the river of Time goes tossing by,
0 icon and chalice of spiritual light whose spots are like Nature's shadow
stains on a white and immaculate soul.

How like one frail and hunted thou com'st, O white moon, lonely call from thy deep sky-covert heights,
A voyager carrying through the myriad-isled archipelago of the spear-pointed questioning stars
The circle of the occult argent Yes of the Invisible to the dim query of the yearning witness lights
That burn in the dense vault of Matter's waking mind - innumerable, solitary and sparse.

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A disk of a greater Ray that shall come, a white-fire rapture and girdling rose of love,

Timelessly thou driftest, 0 sliver boat that set out from the far Unknown,
Moon-crystal of silver or gold of some spirit joy spun by Time in his dense aeonic groove,
A messenger and bearer of an unembodied beauty and unseized bliss
advancing over our life's wan sea-significant, bright and alone.

 

O pall of black Night

O pall of black Night painted with still gold stars,
Hang now thy folds, close, clinging against earth's bars, O dim Night!
Then slumber shall come swinging(parting) the unseen
Gates, and to lands guarded by a screen Of strange light
Set free my soul charioted in a swift dream,
From earth slipping into the unknown gleam,
The Ray white.

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A Strong Son of Lightning

A strong son of lightning came down to the earth with fire-feet of swiftness, splendid;
Light was born in a womb and thunder's force filled a human frame.
The calm speed of heaven, the sweet greatness, pure passion, winged power had descended;
All the gods in a mortal body dwelt, bore a single name.

A wide wave of movement stirred all the dim globe in each glad and dreaming fold;
Life was cast into grandeur, ocean hands took the wheels of Time.
Man's soul was again a bright charioteer of days hired by gods impetuous bold,
Hurled by One on His storm-winged ways, a shaft aimed at heights sublime.

The old tablets clanging fell, ancient slow Nature's dead wall was rent asunder,
God renewed himself in a world of young beauty, thought and flame:
Divine voices spoke on men's lips, the heart woke to white dawns of gleaming wonder,

Air a robe of splendour, breath a joy, life a godlike game.

An Image

 

Rushing from Troy like a cloud on the plains the Trofans thundered,
Just as a storm comes thundering, thick with the dust of kingdoms,
Edged with the devious dance of the lightning, so all Troas
Loud with the roar of the chariots, loud with the vaunt and the war-cry,
Rushed from Troywards gleaming with spears and rolled on enormous.
Joyous as ever Paris led them glancing in armour,
Brilliant with gold like a bridegroom, playing with death and the battle
Even as apart in his chamber he played with his beautiful Helen,
Touching her body rejoiced with a low and lyrical laughter,
So he laughed as he smote his foemen. Round him the arrows,
Round him the spears of the Argives sang like the voices of maidens
Trilling the anthem of bridal bliss, the chant hymeneal;
Round him the warriors fell like flowers strewn at a bridal
Red with the beauty of blood.

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