Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire,
With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?
Melted was the silence into a sweet secret murmur,
"Do you come now? Is the heart's fire ready?"
Hidden in the recesses of the heart something shuddered,
It recalled all that the life's joy cherished,
Imaged the felicity it must leave lost forever,
And the boat passed and the gold god vanished.
Now within the hollowness of the world's breast inhabits -
For the love died and the old joy ended -
Void of a felicity that has fled, gone for ever,
And the gold god and the dream boat come not.
1930, revised 1942
Reference: # 148 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "Collected poems and Plays, volume 2t" - 366
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA