The
Valley of the FleeceSri Aurobindo
Letters on Poetry and Art
SABCL - Volume 27
Part 2. On His Own and Others’ Poetry
Section 2. On Poets and Poetry
Comments on the Work of Poets of the Ashram
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.