![]() ![]() The breasts, the limbs I never shall possess, Your sacred summer with intruding thought.įrom shadows of her hair, nor by some well O plaintive, murmuring reed, breathe yet thy strain. Refused her gracious secrets to rehearse. ![]() Then slighted as a broken thing and vile. Sweet-hearted apples in their age of goldĪnd one I saw, should all the rest excel These gave I from the branch dislodged I threw She asked for fruit long-stored in autumn’s hold. O plaintive, murmuring reed, renew thy strain. Sweeter than dews nocturnal breezes weep, O plaintive, murmuring reed, renew thy strain O plaintive, murmuring reed, begin thy strain Įlection dwells no more with beauty’s king.įor thee pale Cynthia leaves her golden car,įor thee from Tempe stoops the white and evening star. Home Page | Workings | Works of Sri Aurobindo | Collected Poems ![]()
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