ABOVE ALL ROSES

Giant roses,

Gods of light,

Glory and laugh and mingle

On a dreamy height.

But, ever and ever

Above rose-red

Flame and forgetfulness,

Vigilling unwed

Is a white, immense,

Miraculous-blown

Lily beyond time's dearth

Yet very alone.

Omnipotence,

Infinitude,

Eternity of splendour—

All are subdued

To a virgin breath

Calling the far

Earth-glooms of pain to marry

Its soul of star.

And therefore life

Yearns and yearns—

Feeling some limitless rapture

Unmated burns.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"Very fine. All such poems come from the Intuition plane."

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