The Secret Splendour

The Parthenon's pillars built to upbear the sky

Could keep not even an earthly roof; and all

That colour kindled for the Eternal's eye

In deep Ajanta fades; no rhythms recall

The two grand plays the terrible chisel-stroke

Of the titan mind of Aeschylus set beside

Prometheus Bound: their power Time's brute hand broke.

Heaven's light passes—divine Aurobindo died.

But this one death where Heaven's own self gave room

For dire eclipse of its eternity

Has spent the whole blind force of mortal doom

Against the Soul's vision of a wondrous sod

In which the Undying can work His artistry.

Now Man breaks free to grow for ever God.

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