Overhead Poetry

Your Face

Your face unveils the cry,

Divinely deep,

Heard from the inscrutable core

Of mystic sleep—

A lure of rapturous tune

Where vision fails,

Like a nest of heaven-hearted

Nightingales.

No hush of love could catch

That soul of swoon:

Dawn's body ever crossed

My dream too soon.

But now with a face of dawn

Night yearns to me,

Kindling the distances

Of lost divinity.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"I don't find it brainy in any unpoetic sense—the turn in the last stanza might have been thought ingenious if it had not been given so fine a poetic form. A very fine little lyric with that intuitively felicitous choice of words which is very usual with you when you write in this kind."

The double marks in the margin are Sri Aurobindo's.

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