I heard the anthem of the spheres and found Within the music of infinity, Supporting by its lone eternal sound The arpeggios of lost divinity.
But in the decades since I touched her feet All has lain quiescent in my breast, The soaring trills, the varied rhythmic beat Are stilled as when the heart is in arrest,
For peace is yet a stranger on these shores As I look across the oceans of my song, The chords of truth upon life's soaring scores That swelled within me lovingly and long.
In human years approaching sixty-five A voice outworn, unable to retain The vibrancy to chant or to revive My strength to sing the mantric OM again.
She wanted me to bring a music down "No words," a revelation of the new, But through my human indigence have flown The years, remaining notes are weak and few.
A hope remains that I may yet transpose To mortal ears those harmonies divine, In Auroville the lotus and the rose Transplant to gardens of the Lord's design.
Poems Undated (1727)
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