Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire, <br />With his flame brow and his sun-gold body? <br />Melted was the silence into a sweet secret murmur, <br />'Do you come now? Is the heart's fire ready?' <br /> <br />Hidden in the recesses of the heart something shuddered, <br />It recalled all that the life's joy cherished, <br />Imaged the felicity it must leave lost forever, <br />And the boat passed and the gold god vanished. <br /> <br />Now within the hollowness of the world's breast inhabits - <br />For the love died and the old joy ended - <br />Void of a felicity that has fled, gone for ever, <br />And the gold god and the dream boat come not.<br /><br />Sri Aurobindo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dreamboat-2/
