There is a godhead of unrealised things
To which Time's splendid gains are hoarded dross;
A cry seems near, a rustle of silver wings
Calling to heavenly joy by earthly loss.
All eye has seen and all the ear has heard
Is a pale illusion by some greater voice
And mightier vision; no sweet sound or word,
No passion of hues that make the heart rejoice
Can equal these diviner ecstasies.
A Mind beyond our mind has sole the ken
Of those yet unimagined harmonies,
The fate and privilege of unborn men.
As rain-thrashed mire the marvel of the rose,
Earth waits that distant marvel to disclose.
1938
(revised 23-3-1944)
Sri Aurobindo
Reference: # 92 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "Last Poems" - 45
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA
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