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A MORN that seemed a new creation’s front, |
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Bringing a greater sunlight, happier skies, |
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Came burdened with a beauty moved and strange |
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Out of the changeless origin of things. |
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An ancient longing struck again new roots: |
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The air drank deep of unfulfilled desire; |
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The high trees trembled with a wandering wind |
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Like souls that quiver at the approach of joy, |
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And in a bosom of green secrecy |
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For ever of its one love-note untired |
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A lyric co¨ıl cried among the leaves. |
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Away from the terrestrial murmur turned |
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Where transient calls and answers mix their flood, |
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King Aswapati listened through the ray |
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To other sounds than meet the sense-formed ear. |
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On a subtle interspace which rings our life, |
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Unlocked were the inner spirit’s trance-closed doors: |
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The inaudible strain in Nature could be caught; |
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Across this cyclic tramp of eager lives, |
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Across the deep urgency of present cares, |
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Earth’s wordless hymn to the Ineffable |
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Arose from the silent heart of the cosmic Void; |
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He heard the voice repressed of unborn Powers |
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Murmuring behind the luminous bars of Time. |
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Again the mighty yearning raised its flame |
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That asks a perfect life on earth for men |
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And prays for certainty in the uncertain mind |
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And shadowless bliss for suffering human hearts |
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And Truth embodied in an ignorant world |
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And godhead divinising mortal forms. |
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A word that leaped from some far sky of thought, |
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Admitted by the cowled receiving scribe |
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Traversed the echoing passages of his brain |
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And left its stamp on the recording cells. |
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(S 7) |
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“O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race, |
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O petty adventurers in an infinite world |
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And prisoners of a dwarf humanity, |
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How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind |
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Around your little self and petty things? |
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But not for a changeless littleness were you meant, |
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Not for vain repetition were you built; |
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Out of the Immortal’s substance you were made; |
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Your actions can be swift revealing steps, |
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Your life a changeful mould for growing gods. |
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A Seer, a strong Creator, is within, |
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The immaculate Grandeur broods upon your days, |
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Almighty powers are shut in Nature’s cells. |
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A greater destiny waits you in your front: |
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This transient earthly being if he wills |
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Can fit his acts to a transcendent scheme. |
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He who now stares at the world with ignorant eyes |
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Hardly from the Inconscient’s night aroused, |
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That look at images and not at Truth, |
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Can fill those orbs with an immortal’s sight. |
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(S 12) |
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Yet shall the godhead grow within your hearts, |
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You shall awake into the spirit’s air |
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And feel the breaking walls of mortal mind |
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And hear the message which left life’s heart dumb |
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And look through Nature with sun-gazing lids |
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And blow your conch-shells at the Eternal’s gate. |
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Authors of earth’s high change, to you it is given |
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To cross the dangerous spaces of the soul |
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And touch the mighty Mother stark awake |
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And meet the Omnipotent in this house of flesh |
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And make of life the million-bodied One. |
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The earth you tread is a border screened from heaven; |
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The life you lead conceals the light you are. |
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Immortal Powers sweep flaming past your doors; |
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Far-off upon your tops the god-chant sounds |
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While to exceed yourselves thought’s trumpets call, |
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Heard by a few, but fewer dare aspire, |
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The nympholepts of the ecstasy and the blaze. |
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An epic of hope and failure breaks earth’s heart; |
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Her force and will exceed her form and fate. |
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(S 17) |
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A goddess in a net of transience caught, |
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Self-bound in the pastures of death she dreams of life, |
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Self-racked with the pains of hell aspires to joy, |
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And builds to hope her altars of despair, |
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Knows that one high step might enfranchise all |
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And, suffering, looks for greatness in her sons. |
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But dim in human hearts the ascending fire, |
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The invisible Grandeur sits unworshipped there; |
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Man sees the Highest in a limiting form |
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Or looks upon a Person, hears a Name. |
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He turns for little gains to ignorant Powers |
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Or kindles his altar lights to a demon face. |
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He loves the Ignorance fathering his pain. |
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A spell is laid upon his glorious strengths; |
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He has lost the inner Voice that led his thoughts, |
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And masking the oracular tripod seat |
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A specious Idol fills the marvel shrine. |
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The great Illusion wraps him in its veils, |
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The soul’s deep intimations come in vain, |
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In vain is the unending line of seers, |
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The sages ponder in unsubstantial light, |
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The poets lend their voice to outward dreams, |
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A homeless fire inspires the prophet tongues. |
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Heaven’s flaming lights descend and back return, |
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The luminous Eye approaches and retires; |
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Eternity speaks, none understands its word; |
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Fate is unwilling and the Abyss denies; |
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The Inconscient’s mindless waters block all done. |
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Only a little lifted is Mind’s screen; |
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The Wise who know see but one half of Truth, |
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The strong climb hardly to a low-peaked height, |
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The hearts that yearn are given one hour to love. |
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His tale half told, falters the secret Bard; |
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The gods are still too few in mortal forms.” |
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The Voice withdrew into its hidden skies. |
The Voice withdrew into its hidden skies. |
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But like a shining answer from the gods |
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Approached through sun-bright spaces Savitri. |
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(S 28) |
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Advancing amid tall heaven-pillaring trees, |
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Apparelled in her flickering-coloured robe |
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She seemed, burning towards the eternal realms, |
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A bright moved torch of incense and of flame |
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That from the sky-roofed temple-soil of earth |
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A pilgrim hand lifts in an invisible shrine. |
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There came the gift of a revealing hour: |
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He saw through depths that reinterpret all, |
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Limited not now by the dull body’s eyes, |
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New-found through an arch of clear discovery, |
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This intimation of the world’s delight, |
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This wonder of the divine Artist’s make |
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Carved like a nectar-cup for thirsty gods, |
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This breathing Scripture of the Eternal’s joy, |
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This net of sweetness woven of aureate fire. |
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Transformed the delicate image-face became |
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A deeper Nature’s self-revealing sign, |
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A gold-leaf palimpsest of sacred births, |
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A grave world-symbol chiselled out of life. |
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Her brow, a copy of clear unstained heavens, |
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Was meditation’s pedestal and defence, |
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The very room and smile of musing Space, |
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Its brooding line infinity’s symbol curve. |
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Amid her tresses’ cloudy multitude |
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Her long eyes shadowed as by wings of Night |
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Under that moon-gold forehead’s dreaming breadth |
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Were seas of love and thought that held the world; |
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Marvelling at life and earth they saw truths far. |
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(S 33) |
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A deathless meaning filled her mortal limbs; |
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As in a golden vase’s poignant line |
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They seemed to carry the rhythmic sob of bliss |
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Of earth’s mute adoration towards heaven |
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Released in beauty’s cry of living form |
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Towards the perfection of eternal things. |
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Transparent grown the ephemeral living dress |
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Bared the expressive deity to his view. |
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(S 35) |
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Escaped from surface sight and mortal sense |
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The seizing harmony of its shapes became |
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The strange significant icon of a Power |
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Renewing its inscrutable descent |
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Into a human figure of its works |
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That stood out in life’s bold abrupt relief |
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On the soil of the evolving universe, |
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A godhead sculptured on a wall of thought, |
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Mirrored in the flowing hours and dimly shrined |
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In Matter as in a cathedral cave. |
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Annulled were the transient values of the mind, |
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The body’s sense renounced its earthly look; |
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Immortal met immortal in their gaze. |
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Awaked from the close spell of daily use |
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That hides soul-truth with the outward form’s disguise, |
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He saw through the familiar cherished limbs |
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The great and unknown spirit born his child. |
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An impromptu from the deeper sight within, |
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Thoughts rose in him that knew not their own scope. |
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Then to those large and brooding depths whence Love |
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Regarded him across the straits of mind, |
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He spoke in sentences from the unseen Heights. |
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For the hidden prompters of our speech sometimes |
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Can use the formulas of a moment’s mood |
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To weigh unconscious lips with words from Fate: |
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A casual passing phrase can change our life. |
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“O spirit, traveller of eternity, |
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Who cam’st from the immortal spaces here |
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Armed for the splendid hazard of thy life |
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To set thy conquering foot on Chance and Time, |
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The moon shut in her halo dreams like thee. |
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A mighty Presence still defends thy frame. |
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Perhaps the heavens guard thee for some great soul, |
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Thy fate, thy work are kept somewhere afar. |
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Thy spirit came not down a star alone. |
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O living inscription of the beauty of love |
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Missalled in aureate virginity, |
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What message of heavenly strength and bliss in thee |
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Is written with the Eternal’s sun-white script, |
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One shall discover and greaten with it his life |
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To whom thou loosenest thy heart’s jewelled strings. |
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O rubies of silence, lips from which there stole |
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Low laughter, music of tranquillity, |
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Star-lustrous eyes awake in sweet large night |
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And limbs like fine-linked poems made of gold |
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Stanzaed to glimmering curves by artist gods, |
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Depart where love and destiny call your charm. |
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Venture through the deep world to find thy mate. |
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For somewhere on the longing breast of earth, |
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Thy unknown lover waits for thee the unknown. |
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Thy soul has strength and needs no other guide |
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Than One who burns within thy bosom’s powers. |
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There shall draw near to meet thy approaching steps |
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The second self for whom thy nature asks, |
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He who shall walk until thy body’s end |
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A close-bound traveller pacing with thy pace, |
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The lyrist of thy soul’s most intimate chords |
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Who shall give voice to what in thee is mute. |
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Then shall you grow like vibrant kindred harps, |
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One in the beats of difference and delight, |
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Responsive in divine and equal strains, |
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Discovering new notes of the eternal theme. |
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One force shall be your mover and your guide, |
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One light shall be around you and within; |
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Hand in strong hand confront Heaven’s question, life: |
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Challenge the ordeal of the immense disguise. |
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Ascend from Nature to divinity’s heights; |
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Face the high gods, crowned with felicity, |
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Then meet a greater god, thy self beyond Time.” |
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This word was seed of all the thing to be: |
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A hand from some Greatness opened her heart’s locked doors |
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And showed the work for which her strength was born. |
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As when the mantra sinks in Yoga’s ear, |
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Its message enters stirring the blind brain |
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And keeps in the dim ignorant cells its sound; |
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The hearer understands a form of words |
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And, musing on the index thought it holds, |
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He strives to read it with the labouring mind, |
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But finds bright hints, not the embodied truth: |
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Then, falling silent in himself to know |
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He meets the deeper listening of his soul: |
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The Word repeats itself in rhythmic strains: |
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Thought, vision, feeling, sense, the body’s self |
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Are seized unutterably and he endures |
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An ecstasy and an immortal change; |
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He feels a Wideness and becomes a Power, |
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All knowledge rushes on him like a sea: |
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Transmuted by the white spiritual ray |
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He walks in naked heavens of joy and calm, |
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Sees the God-face and hears transcendent speech: |
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An equal greatness in her life was sown. |
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Accustomed scenes were now an ended play: |
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Moving in muse amid familiar powers, |
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Touched by new magnitudes and fiery signs, |
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She turned to vastnesses not yet her own; |
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Allured her heart throbbed to unknown sweetnesses; |
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The secrets of an unseen world were close. |
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The morn went up into a smiling sky; |
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Cast from its sapphire pinnacle of trance |
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Day sank into the burning gold of eve; |
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The moon floated, a luminous waif through heaven |
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And sank below the oblivious edge of dream; |
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Night lit the watch-fires of eternity. |
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Then all went back into mind’s secret caves; |
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A darkness stooping on the heaven-bird’s wings |
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Sealed in her senses from external sight |
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And opened the stupendous depths of sleep. |
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When the pale dawn slipped through Night’s shadowy guard, |
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Vainly the new-born light desired her face; |
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The palace woke to its own emptiness; |
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The sovereign of its daily joys was far; |
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Her moonbeam feet tinged not the lucent floors: |
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The beauty and divinity were gone. |
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Delight had fled to search the spacious world. |
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