(S 1)
As floats a sunbeam through a shady place,
260 The golden virgin in her carven car
Came gliding among meditation’s seats.
(S 2)
Often in twilight mid returning troops
Of cattle thickening with their dust the shades
When the loud day had slipped below the verge,
265 Arriving in a peaceful hermit grove
She rested drawing round her like a cloak
Its spirit of patient muse and potent prayer.
(S 3)
Or near to a lion river’s tawny mane
And trees that worshipped on a praying shore,
270 A domed and templed air’s serene repose
Beckoned to her hurrying wheels to stay their speed.
(S 4)
In the solemnity of a space that seemed
A mind remembering ancient silences,
Where to the heart great bygone voices called
275 And the large liberty of brooding seers
Had left the long impress of their soul’s scene,
Awake in candid dawn or darkness mooned,
To the still touch inclined the daughter of Flame
Drank in hushed splendour between tranquil lids
280 And felt the kinship of eternal calm.
(S 5)
But morn broke in reminding her of her quest
And from low rustic couch or mat she rose
And went impelled on her unfinished way
And followed the fateful orbit of her life
285 Like a desire that questions silent gods
Then passes starlike to some bright Beyond.
(S 6)
Thence to great solitary tracts she came,
Where man was a passer-by towards human scenes
Or sole in Nature’s vastness strove to live
290 And called for help to ensouled invisible Powers,
Overwhelmed by the immensity of his world
And unaware of his own infinity.
(S 7)
The earth multiplied to her a changing brow
And called her with a far and nameless voice.
(S 8)
295 The mountains in their anchorite solitude,
The forests with their multitudinous chant
Disclosed to her the masked divinity’s doors.
(S 9)
On dreaming plains, an indolent expanse,
The death-bed of a pale enchanted eve
300 Under the glamour of a sunken sky,
Impassive she lay as at an age’s end,
Or crossed an eager pack of huddled hills
Lifting their heads to hunt a lairlike sky,
Or travelled in a strange and empty land
305 Where desolate summits camped in a weird heaven,
Mute sentinels beneath a drifting moon,
Or wandered in some lone tremendous wood
Ringing for ever with the crickets’ cry
Or followed a long glistening serpent road
310 Through fields and pastures lapped in moveless light
Or reached the wild beauty of a desert space
Where never plough was driven nor herd had grazed
And slumbered upon stripped and thirsty sands
Amid the savage wild-beast night’s appeal.
(S 10)
315 Still unaccomplished was the fateful quest;
Still she found not the one predestined face
For which she sought amid the sons of men.
(S 11)
A grandiose silence wrapped the regal day:
The months had fed the passion of the sun
320 And now his burning breath assailed the soil.
(S 12)
The tiger heats prowled through the fainting earth;
All was licked up as by a lolling tongue.
(S 13)
The spring winds failed; the sky was set like bronze.