Overhead Poetry

Sphere-Music

Bring not your stars the very same

Magic as mine? I give that name

Unto a touch of cool far flame

Upon my heart

When evening yearns beyond the brief

Monotonies of joy and grief

For some strange rhythmical relief

Shining apart—

And dim migrations, mindward sent

From reveries omnipotent

Through shadows of a firmament

Crowned by deep lull,

Scatter their white and winged powers

Of song across the barren hours

Till darkness lit to flying flowers

Breathes beautiful.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"It is a very good lyric, the rhythm and the thought very subtle and satisfying."

(I have the same impression about it as about Pharphar which, according to you, has comefrom the Intuition plane. Am I right?)

"I believe it is the same source."

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