Collected Poems - Sri Aurobindo Ashram

LUCIFER
Short Poems 275
The Birth of Sin
Lucifer Sirioth
What mighty and ineffable desire
Impels thee, Sirioth? Thy accustomed calm
Is potently subverted and the eyes
That were a god’s in sweet tranquillity,
Confess a human warmth, a troubled glow.
SIRIOTH
Lucifer, son of Morning, Angel! thou
Art mightiest of the architects of fate.
To thee is given with thy magic gaze
Compelling mortals as thou leanst sublime
From heaven’s lucent walls, to sway the world.
Is thy felicity of lesser date,
Prince of the patient and untiring gods,
The gods who work? Dost thou not ever feel
Angelic weariness usurp the place
Where the great flame and the august desire
Were wont to urge thee on? To me it seems
That our eternity is far too long
For service and there is a word, a thought,
More godlike.
LUCIFER
Sirioth, I will speak the word.
Is it not Power?
SIRIOTH
No, Lucifer, ’tis Love.