wind and the weather beating round me
Up to the hill and the moorland
Who will come with me? Who will climb with me?
Wade through the brook and tramp through the snow?
Not in the petty
circle of cities
Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;
Over me God is blue in the welkin
me the wind and the storm rebel.
I sport with
solitude here in my regions,
misadventure have me a friend.
Who would live largely?Who would live freely?
to the wind-swept uplands ascend.
I am the lord
of tempest and mountain,
am the Spirit of freedom and pride.
Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger
Who shares my kingdom and walks
at my side
(Alipore Jail 1908-09)
and quotations from the written works of Sri Aurobindo
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