Phaethon - Poem By Sri Aurobindo

Ye weeping poplars by the shelvy slope

From murmurous lawns downdropping to the stream

On whom the dusk air like a sombre dream

Broods and a twilight ignorant of hope,

Say what compulsion drear has bid you seam

Your mossy sides with drop on eloquent drop

That in warm rillets from your eyes elope?

Is it for the too patient, sure decay

Pale-gilded Autumn, aesthete of the years,

A gorgeous death, a fading glory wears

That thus along its tufted, downy way

Creeps slothfully this ooze of amber tears,

And thus with tearful gusts your branches sway

Sighing a requiem to your emerald day?

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