{"id":2993,"date":"2013-07-13T01:45:12","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:45:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=2993"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:45:12","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:45:12","slug":"01-poem-published-in-1883-vol-02-collected-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-cwsa\/02-collected-poems\/01-poem-published-in-1883-vol-02-collected-poems","title":{"rendered":"-01_Poem Published in 1883.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nSri Aurobindo in 1950<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPart One<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nEngland and Baroda<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPoem Published in 1883<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFrom the quickened womb of the primal gloom,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe sun rolled, black and bare,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill I wove him a vest for his Ethiop breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf the threads of my golden hair;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd when the broad tent of the firmament<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArose on its airy spars,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI pencilled the hue of its matchless blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd spangled it around with stars.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tI painted the flowers of the Eden bowers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd their leaves of living green,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd mine were the dyes in the sinless eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf Eden’s Virgin queen;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd when the fiend’s art in the truthful heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHad fastened its mortal spell,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the silvery sphere of the first-born tear<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the trembling earth I fell.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tWhen the waves that burst o’er a world accurst<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir work of wrath had sped,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the Ark’s lone few, tried and true,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCame forth among the dead,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith the wondrous gleams of the bridal beams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI bade their terrors cease,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs I wrote on the roll of the storm’s dark scroll<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGod’s covenant of peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tLike a pall at rest on the senseless breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNight’s funeral shadow slept  \u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere shepherd swains on Bethlehem’s plains,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir lonely vigils kept,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen I flashed on their sight, the heralds bright,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf Heaven’s redeeming plan,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs they chanted the morn, the Saviour
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\n\t\t\tJoy, joy, to the outcast man!<\/span><\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\nEqual favour I show to the lofty and low,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn the just and the unjust I descend:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nE’en the blind, whose vain spheres, roll in darkness and tears,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFeel my smile
\n\u2014 the blest smile of a friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNay, the flower of the waste by my love is embraced,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs the rose in the garden of kings:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt the chrysalis bier of the morn I appear,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd lo! the gay butterfly wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe desolate morn, like the mourner forlorn,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConceals all the pride of her charms,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill I bid the bright hours, chase the night from her flowers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd lead the young day to her arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd when the gay rover seeks Eve for her lover,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sinks to her balmy repose,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI wrap the soft rest by the zephyr-fanned west,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn curtains of amber and rose.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tFrom my sentinel steep by the night-brooded deep<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI gaze with unslumbering eye,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen the cynosure star of the mariner<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs blotted out from the sky:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd guided by me through the merciless sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThough sped by the hurricane’s wings,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis companionless, dark, lone, weltering bark,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the haven home safely he brings.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tI waken the flowers in the dew-spangled bowers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe birds in their chambers of green,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd mountain and plain glow with beauty again,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs they bask in their matinal sheen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO, if such the glad worth of my presence on earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThough fitful and fleeting the while,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat glories must rest on the home of the blessed,<\/span><\/p>\n

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