A poem by Sri Aurobindo
My soul arose at dawn and, listening, heard One voice abroad, a solitary bird, A song not master of its note, a cry That persevered into eternity. My soul leaned out into the dawn to hear In the world's solitude its winged compeer And, hearkening what the Angel had to say, Saw lustre in midnight and a secret day Was opened to it. It beheld the stars Born from a thought and knew how being prepares. Then I remembered how I woke from sleep And made the skies, built earth, formed Ocean deep.
Part III : Baroda and Bengal (Circa 1900-1909) > Poems from Ahana and Other Poems
NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1900-1906. A typewritten copy of this poem was an exhibit in the Alipore Bomb Case in 1908 (see Bande Mataram weekly, 5 July 1908, p. 13).
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