DISCLOSURE

Stoop your calm beauty—let your shining hair

Unveil its ages of high secrecy

To float upon dull earth the frankincense

Your face of love burns to an infinite sky.

Fill life with mystic rondures of your breast

And all that worship dreamed unknowable

Bare through your body's perfect universe.

O mate the sculptor-vigil of our gloom

With those superb clay-lines that sing your soul:

Then every stroke of time shall carve to birth

Immortal moods lit by your ecstasy.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"Very fine poetry. Blank verse rhythm very good. Illumined Higher Mind."

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