A poem by Sri Aurobindo
A golden evening, when the thoughtful sun Rejects its usual pomp in going, trees That bend down to their green companion And fruitful mother, vaguely whispering,—these And a wide silent sea. Such hour is nearest God,— Like rich old age when the long ways have all been trod.
A golden evening, when the thoughtful sun Rejects its usual pomp in going, trees That bend down to their green companion And fruitful mother, vaguely whispering,—these And a wide silent sea. Such hour is nearest God,— Rich like old age when the long ways have all been trod.
Part III : Baroda and Bengal (Circa 1900-1909) > Poems from Ahana and Other Poems
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Circa 1900-1906.
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