{"id":1454,"date":"2013-07-13T01:34:55","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:34:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=1454"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:34:55","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:34:55","slug":"17-the-spring-child-vol-05-collected-poems-volume-05","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/05-collected-poems-volume-05\/17-the-spring-child-vol-05-collected-poems-volume-05","title":{"rendered":"-17_The Spring Child.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\t\t
\n\t
\n \t\tThe Spring
\n Child<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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O<\/span>N<\/span>
\nB<\/span>ASANTI\u2019S<\/span>
\nB<\/span>IRTHDAY<\/span>
\n– J<\/span>YESTHA<\/span>
\n1900
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Of
\nSpring is her name for whose bud and blooming <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>We praise today the Giver, \u2014<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

Of
\nSpring, and its sweetness clings about her <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

For
\nher face is Spring and Spring\u2019s without her, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>As loth to leave her.<\/p>\n

See, it is summer; the brilliant sunlight <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Lies hard on stream and plain, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

And
\nall things wither with heats diurnal; <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

But
\nshe! how vanished things and vernal <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>In her remain.<\/p>\n

And almost indeed we repine and marvel <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>To watch her bloom and grow; <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

For
\nhalf we had thought our sweet bud could never <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Bloom
\nout, but must surely remain for ever <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>The child we know.<\/p>\n

But now though summer must come and autumn <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>In God\u2019s high governing <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet
\nI deem that her soul with soft insistence <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Shall
\nguard through all change the sweet existence <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And charm of Spring.<\/p>\n

O dear child soul, our loved and cherished, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>For this thy days had birth, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Like
\nsome tender flower on some grey stone portal <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

To
\nsweeten and flush with childhood immortal <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>The ageing earth.<\/p>\n

There are flowers in God\u2019s garden of prouder blooming <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Brilliant and bold and bright, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

The
\ntulip and rose are fierier and brighter, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

But
\nthis has a softer hue, a whiter <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>And milder light.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n <\/span>\n<\/div>\n

Long
\nbe thy days in rain and sunshine, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>Often thy spring relume, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Gladdening
\nthy mother\u2019s heart with thy beauty, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Flowerlike
\ndoing thy gentle duty <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

        
\n<\/span>To be loved and bloom. 
\n                    <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n <\/span>
\n<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n


\n
\nSince
\n I have seen your face<\/a><\/font><\/b>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Since
\nI have seen your face at the window, sweet <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Love,
\nyou have thrown a spell on my heart, my feet. <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

My
\nheart to your face, my feet to your window still <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Bear
\nme by force as if by an alien will.<\/p>\n

O witch of beauty, O Circe with innocent eyes,
\nYou have suddenly caught me fast in a net of sighs.
\nI look at the sunlight, I see your laughing face;
\nWhen I purchase a flower, it is you in your radiant grace.<\/p>\n

I have tried to save my soul alive from your snare, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

I
\nwill strive no more; let it flutter and perish there. <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

I
\ntoo will snare your body alive, O my dove,
\nAnd teach you all the torture and sweetness of love.<\/p>\n

When you have looked from the window out on the trampling city, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Did
\nyou think to take my heart and pay me with pity?
\nBut you looked at one who has ever mocked at sin
\nAnd gambled with life to lose her all or win.<\/p>\n

I will pluck you forth like a fluttering bird from her nest. <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

You
\nshall lie on Love\u2019s strong knees, in his white warm breast, <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Afraid,
\n with delighted lids that will not close.
\n You shall grow white one moment, the next a rose.<\/span><\/p>\n


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