'Euphrosyne' - Sonnet - Poem by Sri Aurobindo

Child of the infant years, Euphrosyne,

Bird of my boyhood, youth’s blithe deity!

If I have hymned thee not with lyric phrase,

Preferring Eros or Aglaia’s praise,

Frown not, thou lovely spirit, leave me not.

Man worships the ungrasped. His vagrant thought

Still busy with the illimitable void

Lives all the time by little things upbuoyed

Which he contemns; the wife unsung remains

Sharing his pleasures, taking half his pains

While to dream faces mounts the poet’s song.

Yet she makes not their lyric right her wrong,

Knowing her homely eyes his sorrow’s star

Smiles at the eclipsing brow untouched by care.

Content with human love lightly she yields

The immortal fancy its Elysian fields.

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