On Poetry
THEME/S
(Suggested by a refrain from Morris)
The hallowing moon-white
Obscurity of night—
Aroma of a love-hush blown
From the inviolate unknown—
And then once more time's cleaving cry...
But in wide wonder beyond death
A trance of beauty grew life-breath
Behind a shield of memory,
Limned with one red rose strewn
Across a perfect moon.
Sri Aurobindo picked out in particular the first two and the last three lines and characterised them as having "a delicate, richly-subdued colour of mystic light".
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