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A kiss will break the quiet whole

Of your white soul;

Shape from the silver of that poise

A magic voice,

The lustre of a skyward call—

No flickering grace, but all

Your spirit's gathered virgin light

One death-oblivious height

Of shadowless body rapture-crowned—

A face of reverie caught beyond

Our time-throbs to strange heavens afar....

O build from hush of star on star

That shining statued secrecy

Of love's divinity!

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"Very fine throughout—both the thought and expression very felicitous and intuitively right—exacacty expressive of the thing seen."

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