A poem by Sri Aurobindo
Day and night begin, you tell me, When the sun may choose to set or rise. Well, it may be; but for me their changing Is determined only by her eyes.
Summer, spring, the fruitless winter Hinge, you say, upon the heavenly sun? Oh, but I have known a yearlong winter! Spring was by her careless smiles begun.
Part III : Baroda and Bengal (Circa 1900-1909) > Poems from Ahana and Other Poems
NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1900-1906.
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