| (S 1) | ||
| But mid this world, these hearts that answered her call, | ||
| None could stand up her equal and her mate. | ||
| (S 2) | ||
| In vain she stooped to equal them with her heights, | ||
| Too pure that air was for small souls to breathe. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| 245 | These comrade selves to raise to her own wide breadths | |
| Her heart desired and fill with her own power | ||
| That a diviner Force might enter life, | ||
| A breath of Godhead greaten human time. | ||
| (S 4) | ||
| Although she leaned down to their littleness | ||
| 250 | Covering their lives with her strong passionate hands | |
| And knew by sympathy their needs and wants | ||
| And dived in the shallow wave-depths of their lives | ||
| And met and shared their heart-beats of grief and joy | ||
| And bent to heal their sorrow and their pride, | ||
| 255 | Lavishing the might that was hers on her lone peak | |
| To lift to it their aspiration’s cry, | ||
| And though she drew their souls into her vast | ||
| And surrounded with the silence of her deeps | ||
| And held as the great Mother holds her own, | ||
| 260 | Only her earthly surface bore their charge | |
| And mixed its fire with their mortality: | ||
| Her greater self lived sole, unclaimed, within. | ||
| (S 5) | ||
| Oftener in dumb Nature’s stir and peace | ||
| A nearness she could feel serenely one; | ||
| 265 | The Force in her drew earth’s subhuman broods; | |
| And to her spirit’s large and free delight | ||
| She joined the ardent-hued magnificent lives | ||
| Of animal and bird and flower and tree. | ||
| (S 6) | ||
| They answered to her with the simple heart. | ||
| (S 7) | ||
| 270 | In man a dim disturbing somewhat lives; | |
| It knows but turns away from divine Light | ||
| Preferring the dark ignorance of the fall. | ||
| (S 8) | ||
| Among the many who came drawn to her | ||
| Nowhere she found her partner of high tasks, | ||
| 275 | The comrade of her soul, her other self | |
| Who was made with her, like God and Nature, one. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| Some near approached, were touched, caught fire, then failed, | ||
| Too great was her demand, too pure her force. | ||
| (S 10) | ||
| Thus lighting earth around her like a sun, | ||
| 280 | Yet in her inmost sky an orb aloof, | |
| A distance severed her from those most close. | ||
| (S 11) | ||
| Puissant, apart her soul as the gods live. |
Book 4, Canto 2 – The Growth of the Flame, Section 2Savitri Bhavan2018-09-21T06:15:46+00:00