I Ran along the River (Click for RY Deshpande's & Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

I ran along the river
Gathering songs of many streams—
Sometimes in haste of their moods,
Sometimes looking back at the hill
Where awoke the first dreams
That called the birds of the bright valley
To give wings to bodiless trance,
Under the calm of the moon’s silver,
Or in meadows where no thought intrudes,
They seemed with hourlessness my joys to fill.

I ran along the river
Until my shadows I could no more see;
South-eastward rushing through the day,
And even by the thickening night
When no star poured his delight
Bringing from the name of the sky
To me a blue of the far away,
I reached the Invisible’s sea.