The Silver Call - Sonnet by Sri Aurobindo
from Golden Gleanings Hosted by Sri Aurobindo Ashram Delhi Branch
The Silver Call 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 those 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. Read The Poem Online: Click here to read
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