Evening

A poem by Sri Aurobindo


Evening

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.

Evening

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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NOTES FROM EDITOR

Circa 1900-1906.