O coil, honied envoy of the spring, <br />Cease thy too happy voice, grief's record, cease: <br />For I recall that day of vernal trees, <br />The soft asoca's bloom, the laden winds <br />And green felicity of leaves, the hush, <br />The sense of Nature living in the woods. <br />Only the river rippled, only hummed <br />The languid murmuring bee, far-borne and slow, <br />Emparadised in odours, only used <br />The ringdove his divine heart-moving speech; <br />But sweetest to my pleased and singing heart <br />Thy voice, O coil, in the peepel tree. <br /> <br />O me! for pleasure turned to bitterest tears! <br />O me! for the swift joy, too great to live, <br />That only bloomed one hour! O wondrous day, <br />That crowned the bliss of those delicious years. <br />The vernal radiance of my lover's lips <br />Was shut like a red rose upon my mouth, <br />His voice was richer than the murmuring leaves, <br />His love around me than the summer air. <br />Five hours entangled in the coil's cry <br />Lay my beloved twixt my happy breasts. <br />O voice of tears! O sweetness uttering death! <br />O lost ere yet that happy cry was still! <br /> <br />O tireless voice of spring! Again I lie <br />In odorous gloom of trees; unseen and hear <br />The windlark gurgles in the golden leaves, <br />The woodworm spins in shrillness on the bough: <br />Thou by the waters wailing to thy love, <br />O chocrobacque! have comfort, since to thee <br />The dawn brings sweetest recompense of tears <br />And she thou lovest hears thy pain. But I <br />Am desolate in the heart of fruitful months, <br />Am widowed in the sight of happy things, <br />Uttering my moan to the unhoused winds, <br />O coil, coil, to the winds and thee. <br /> <br />1890-1892<br /><br />Sri Aurobindo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-coil-coil/
