The Valley of the FleeceSri Aurobindo
Letters of Sri Aurobindo
CWSA 27
Fragment ID: 7092
Arjava (J. A. Chadwick) [3]
The Valley of the Fleece
A windless eve in a quiet coomb;
Rock-rose yellow and golden broom.
Sandmartins wheel aloft
Watching day’s goblet quaffed
By the priestess, Venus-adorned, rising from eastern tomb.
A dream-laden wind from the sky escorts
The starry ships of the Argonauts.
Sandmartin stirs in the hole;
Peeps out one guardian troll –
“Will they carry our golden fleece back to the day-break ports?”
It is a very beautiful and exquisite lyric; I would not dream of spoiling it by suggesting any change.