{"id":1479,"date":"2013-07-13T01:35:05","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:35:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=1479"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:35:05","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:35:05","slug":"12-the-island-grave-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\/12-the-island-grave-vol-05-collected-poems-volume-05","title":{"rendered":"-12_The Island Grave.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n The Island Grave<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nOceaOcean is there and evening; the slow moan <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Of the blue waves that like a shaken robe
\nTwo heard together once, one hears alone.<\/p>\n

       <\/span>Now
\ngliding white and hushed towards our globe
\nKeen January with cold eyes and clear <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>And snowdrops pendent in each frosty lobe<\/p>\n

Ushers the firstborn of the radiant year. <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Haply his feet that grind the breaking mould,
\nMay brush the dead grass on thy secret bier,<\/p>\n

       <\/span>Haply
\nhis joyless fingers wan and cold
\nCaress the ruined masses of thy hair, <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Pale child of winter, dead ere youth was old.<\/p>\n

Art thou so desolate in that bitter air <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>That even his breath feels warm upon thy face?
\nAh, till the daffodil is born, forbear,<\/p>\n

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\nI will meet thee in that lonely place.
\nThen the grey dawn shall end my hateful days <\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>And death admit me to the silent ways.   <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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