Collected Poems - Sri Aurobindo Ashram

Sonnets 627
The Inner Fields
There is a brighter ether than this blue
Pretence of an enveloping heavenly vault,
A deeper greenness than this laughing assault
Of emerald rapture pearled with tears of dew.
Immortal spaces of caerulean hue
Are in our reach and fields without this fault
Of drab brown earth and streams that never halt
In their deep murmur which white flowers strew
Floating like stars upon a strip of sky.
This world behind is made of truer stuff
Than the manufactured tissue of earth’s grace.
Therewecanwalkandseethegodsgoby
And sip from Hebe’s cup nectar enough
To make for us heavenly limbs and deathless face.