Collected Poems - Sri Aurobindo Ashram

Songs to Myrtilla 13
And praise her through one summer moon.
Thus the sweet children of the earth
Fulfil their natural selves and various birth.
For one is proud and one sweet months approve
Diana’s saint, but most are bondmaidens of Love.
Love’s feet were on the sea
When he dawned on me.
His wings were purple-grained and slow;
His voice was very sweet and very low;
His rose-lit cheeks, his eyes’ pale bloom
Were sorrow’s anteroom;
His wings did cause melodious moan;
His mouth was like a rose o’erblown;
The cypress-garland of renown
Did make his shadowy crown.
Fair as the spring he gave
And sadder than a winter’s wave
And sweet as sunless asphodel,
My shining lily, Florimel,
My heart’s enhaloed moon,
My winter’s warmth, my summer’s shady boon.
AETHON
Not from the mighty sea
Love visited me.
I found as in a jewelled box
Love, rose-red, sleeping with imprisoned locks;
And I have ever known him wild
And merry as a child,
As roses red, as roses sweet,
The west wind in his feet,
Tulip-girdled, kind and bold,
With heartsease in his curls of gold,
Since in the silver mist
Bright Cymothea’s lips I kissed,