Overhead Poetry

Each Night

Dream not with gaze hung low

By love

That earthward calls—but know

The silver spaces move

Within your eyes when sleep

Brings gloom:

Then will your hush grow deep

As heaven's lofty room

And in this chamber strange

With blue

A love unmarred by change

Shall ever tryst with you.

So, build Her each calm night

A swoon

That bears on outer sight

The padlock of the moon.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"The inspiration is, I think, from the same place. An easy and luminous simplicity that is at the same time very felicitous."

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