A poem by Sri Aurobindo
Thou didst mistake, thy spirit's infant flight Opening its lovely wings upon the sun Paused o'er the first strong bloom that met thy sight Thinking perhaps it was the only one. But all this fragrant garden was beyond. Winds came to thee with hints of honey; day Disclosed a brighter hope than this unsunned Thought-sheltered heart and called thee far away. Thou didst mistake. Must I then rage, grow ill, With tortured vanity and think it love, Miscall with brutal names my lady's will Fouling thy snowwhite image, O my dove? Is not thy kiss enough, though only one, For all eternity to live upon?
Part II : Baroda (Circa 1898-1902) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1900-1901)
NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1900-1901.
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