A poem by Sri Aurobindo
I have a hundred lives before me yet To grasp thee in, O spirit ethereal, Be sure I will with heart insatiate Pursue thee like a hunter through them all. Thou yet shalt turn back on the eternal way And with awakened vision watch me come Smiling a little at errors past, and lay Thy eager hand in mine, its proper home. Meanwhile made happy by thy happiness I shall approach thee in things and people dear And in thy spirit's motions half-possess Loving what thou hast loved, shall feel thee near, Until I lay my hands on thee indeed Somewhere among the stars, as 'twas decreed.
Part II : Baroda (Circa 1898-1902) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1900-1901)
NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1900-1901.
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