Overhead Poetry

NIGHT-HILLS

Here on night-hills all passion-clamours cease:

And to the wonder-spacious lonely mind

The word of the incomprehensible wind

Bears but a perfume of eternal peace;

Until—on highest crags of heaven-surmise—

Evoked by a spirit moon from the heart's deep,

Plumbless inaudible waves of shining sleep

Drown the mortality of lifted eyes.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

Lines 2, 3, 4—"It is from the Illumined Mind that they come with a touch of the mystic intuitive, but only a touch."

Lines 6, 7, 8—"These lines have a very high poetic and mystic value. They are a mixed result of Illumined Mind and occult vision with something else that is mystically indefinite."

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