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Canto Four<\/i> <\/p>\n

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\n The Quest<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

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The
\nworld-ways opened before Savitri.<\/p>\n

At
\nfirst a strangeness of new brilliant scenes<\/p>\n

Peopled
\nher mind and kept her body’s gaze.<\/p>\n

But
\nas she moved across the changing earth<\/p>\n

A
\ndeeper consciousness welled up in her:<\/p>\n

A
\ncitizen of many scenes and climes,<\/p>\n

Each
\nsoil and country it has made its home;<\/p>\n

It
\ntook all clans and peoples for her own,<\/p>\n

Till
\nthe whole destiny of mankind was hers.<\/p>\n

These
\nunfamiliar spaces on her way<\/p>\n

Were
\nknown and neighbours<\/span> to a sense within;<\/p>\n

Landscapes
\nrecurred like lost forgotten fields,<\/p>\n

Cities
\nand rivers and plains her vision claimed<\/p>\n

Like
\nslow-recurring memories in front,<\/p>\n

The
\nstars at night were her past’s brilliant friends,<\/p>\n

The
\nwinds murmured to her of ancient things<\/p>\n

And
\nshe met nameless comrades loved by her once.<\/p>\n

All
\nwas a part of old forgotten selves.<\/p>\n

Vaguely
\nor with a flash of sudden hints<\/p>\n

Her
\nacts recalled a line of bygone power,<\/p>\n

Even
\nher motion’s purpose was not new:<\/p>\n

Traveller<\/span> to a prefigured high
\nevent,<\/p>\n

She
\nseemed to her remembering witness soul<\/p>\n

To
\ntrace again a journey often made.<\/p>\n

A
\nguidance turned the dumb revolving wheels<\/p>\n

And
\nin the eager body of their speed<\/p>\n

The
\ndim-masked hooded godheads rode who move<\/p>\n

Assigned
\nto man immutably from his birth,<\/p>\n

Receivers
\nof the inner and outer law,<\/p>\n

At
\nonce the agents of his spirit’s will<\/p>\n

And
\nwitnesses and executors of his fate. <\/p>\n

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Inexorably
\nfaithful to their task,<\/p>\n

They
\nhold his nature’s sequence in their guard<\/p>\n

Carrying
\nthe unbroken thread old lives have spun.<\/p>\n

Attendants
\non his destiny’s measured walk<\/p>\n

Leading
\nto joys he has won and pains he has called,<\/p>\n

Even
\nin his casual steps they intervene.<\/p>\n

Nothing
\nwe think or do is void or vain;<\/p>\n

Each
\nis an energy loosed and holds its course.<\/p>\n

The
\nshadowy keepers of our deathless past<\/p>\n

Have
\nmade our fate the child of our own acts,<\/p>\n

And
\nfrom the furrows laboured<\/span> by
\nour will<\/p>\n

We
\nreap the fruit of our forgotten deeds.<\/p>\n

But
\nsince unseen the tree that bore this fruit<\/p>\n

And
\nwe live in a present born from an unknown past,<\/p>\n

They
\nseem but parts of a mechanic Force,<\/p>\n

To a
\nmechanic mind tied by earth’s laws;<\/p>\n

Yet
\nare they instruments of a Will supreme,<\/p>\n

Watched
\nby a still all-seeing Eye above.<\/p>\n

A
\nprescient architect of Fate and Chance<\/p>\n

Who
\nbuilds our lives on a foreseen design<\/p>\n

The
\nmeaning knows and consequence of each step<\/p>\n

And
\nwatches the inferior stumbling powers.<\/p>\n

Upon
\nher silent heights she was aware<\/p>\n

Of a
\ncalm Presence throned above her brows<\/p>\n

Who
\nsaw the goal and chose each fateful curve;<\/p>\n

It
\nused the body for its pedestal,<\/p>\n

The
\neyes that wandered were its searchlight fires,<\/p>\n

The
\nhands that held the reins its living tools;<\/p>\n

All
\nwas the working of an ancient plan,<\/p>\n

A
\nway prepared by an unerring Guide.<\/p>\n

Across
\nwide noons<\/span> and glowing
\nafternoons,<\/p>\n

She
\nmet with Nature and with human forms<\/p>\n

And
\nlistened to the voices of the world;<\/p>\n

Driven
\nfrom within she followed her long road,<\/p>\n

Mute
\nin the luminous cavern of her heart,<\/p>\n

Like
\na bright cloud through the resplendent day. <\/p>\n

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At
\nfirst her path ran far through peopled tracts:<\/p>\n

Admitted
\nto the lion eye of States<\/p>\n

And
\ntheatres of the loud act of man,<\/p>\n

Her
\ncarven chariot with its fretted wheels<\/p>\n

Threaded
\nthrough clamorous marts and sentinel towers<\/p>\n

Past
\nfigured gates and high dream-sculptured fronts<\/p>\n

And
\ngardens hung in the sapphire of the skies,<\/p>\n

Pillared
\nassembly halls with armoured<\/span>
\nguards,<\/p>\n

Small
\nfanes where one calm Image watched man’s life<\/p>\n

And
\ntemples hewn as if by exiled gods<\/p>\n

To
\nimitate their lost eternity.<\/p>\n

Often
\nfrom gilded dusk to argent dawn<\/p>\n

Where
\njewel-lamps flickered on frescoed walls<\/p>\n

And
\nthe stone lattice stared at moonlit boughs,<\/p>\n

Half-conscious
\nof the tardy listening night<\/p>\n

Dimly
\nshe glided between banks of sleep<\/p>\n

At
\nrest in the slumbering palaces of kings.<\/p>\n

Hamlet
\nand village saw the fate-van<\/span>
\npass,<\/p>\n

Homes
\nof a life bent to the soil it ploughs<\/p>\n

For
\nsustenance of its short and passing days<\/p>\n

That,
\ntransient, keep their old repeated course<\/p>\n

Unchanging
\nin the circle of a sky<\/p>\n

Which
\nalters not above our mortal toil.<\/p>\n

Away
\nfrom this thinking creature’s burdened hours<\/p>\n

To
\nfree and griefless spaces now she turned<\/p>\n

Not
\nyet perturbed by human joys and fears.<\/p>\n

Here
\nwas the childhood of primeval<\/span>
\nearth,<\/p>\n

Here
\ntimeless musings large and glad and still,<\/p>\n

Men
\nhad forborne as yet to fill with cares,<\/p>\n

Imperial
\nacres of the eternal sower<\/span><\/p>\n

And
\nwind-stirred grass-lands winking in the sun:<\/p>\n

Or
\nmid green musing of woods and rough-browed hills,<\/p>\n

In
\nthe grove’s murmurous<\/span> bee-air
\nhumming wild<\/p>\n

Or
\npast the long lapsing voice of silver floods<\/p>\n

Like
\na swift hope journeying among its dreams<\/p>\n

Hastened
\nthe chariot of the golden bride. <\/p>\n

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Out
\nof the world’s immense unhuman<\/span>
\npast<\/p>\n

Tract-memories
\nand ageless remnants came,<\/p>\n

Domains
\nof light enfeoffed<\/span> to
\nan antique calm<\/p>\n

Listened
\nto the unaccustomed sound of hooves<\/p>\n

And
\nlarge immune entangled silences<\/p>\n

Absorbed
\nher into emerald secrecy<\/p>\n

And
\nslow hushed wizard nets of faery bloom<\/p>\n

Environed
\nwith their coloured<\/span>
\nsnare her wheels.<\/p>\n

The
\nstrong importunate feet of Time fell soft<\/p>\n

Along
\nthese lonely ways, his titan pace<\/p>\n

Forgotten
\nand his stark and ruinous rounds.<\/p>\n

The
\ninner ear that listens to solitude,<\/p>\n

Leaning
\nself-rapt unboundedly could hear<\/p>\n

The
\nrhythm of the intenser<\/span>
\nwordless Thought<\/p>\n

That
\ngathers in the silence behind life,<\/p>\n

And
\nthe low sweet inarticulate voice of earth<\/p>\n

In
\nthe great passion of her sun-kissed trance<\/p>\n

Ascended
\nwith its yearning undertone.<\/p>\n

Afar
\nfrom the brute noise of clamorous needs<\/p>\n

The
\nquieted all-seeking mind could feel,<\/p>\n

At
\nrest from its blind outwardness<\/span>
\nof will,<\/p>\n

The
\nunwearied clasp of her mute patient love<\/p>\n

And
\nknow for a soul the mother of our forms.<\/p>\n

This
\nspirit stumbling in the fields of sense,<\/p>\n

This
\ncreature bruised in the mortar of the days<\/p>\n

Could
\nfind in her broad spaces of release.<\/p>\n

Not
\nyet was a world all occupied by care.<\/p>\n

The
\nbosom of our mother kept for us still<\/p>\n

Her
\naustere regions and her musing depths,<\/p>\n

Her
\nimpersonal reaches lonely and inspired<\/p>\n

And
\nthe mightinesses<\/span> of her
\nrapture haunts.<\/p>\n

Muse-lipped
\nshe nursed her symbol mysteries<\/p>\n

And
\nguarded for her pure-eyed sacraments<\/p>\n

The
\nvalley-clefts between her breasts of joy,<\/p>\n

Her
\nmountain-altars for the fires of dawn<\/p>\n

And
\nnuptial beaches where the ocean couched <\/p>\n

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And
\nthe huge chanting of her prophet woods.<\/p>\n

Fields
\nhad she of her solitary mirth,<\/p>\n

Plains
\nhushed and happy in the embrace of light,<\/p>\n

Alone
\nwith the cry of birds and hue of flowers<\/p>\n

And
\nwildernesses of wonder lit by her moons<\/p>\n

And
\ngrey seer-evenings kindling with the stars<\/p>\n

And
\ndim movement in the night’s infinitude.<\/p>\n

August,
\nexulting in her Maker’s eye,<\/p>\n

She
\nfelt her nearness to him in earth’s breast,<\/p>\n

Conversed
\nstill with a Light behind the veil,<\/p>\n

Still
\ncommuned with Eternity beyond.<\/p>\n

A
\nfew and fit inhabitants she called<\/p>\n

To
\nshare the glad communion of her peace;<\/p>\n

The
\nbreadths, the summit were their natural home.<\/p>\n

The
\nstrong king-sages from their labour done,<\/p>\n

Freed
\nfrom the warrior tension of their task,<\/p>\n

Came
\nto her serene sessions in these wilds;<\/p>\n

The
\nstrife was over, the respite lay in front.<\/p>\n

Happy
\nthey lived with birds and beasts and flowers<\/p>\n

And
\nsunlight and the rustle of the leaves,<\/p>\n

And
\nheard the wild winds wandering in the night,<\/p>\n

Mused
\nwith the stars in their mute constant ranks,<\/p>\n

And
\nlodged in the mornings as in azure tents,<\/p>\n

And
\nwith the glory of the noons<\/span> were one.<\/p>\n

Some
\ndeeper plunged; from life’s external clasp<\/p>\n

Beckoned
\ninto a fiery privacy<\/p>\n

In
\nthe soul’s unassailed star-white recess<\/p>\n

They
\nsojourned with an ever-living<\/span>
\nBliss;<\/p>\n

A
\nVoice profound in the ecstasy and the hush<\/p>\n

They
\nheard, beheld an all-revealing Light.<\/p>\n

All
\ntime-made difference they overcame;<\/p>\n

The
\nworld was fibred with their own heart-strings;<\/p>\n

Close-drawn
\nto the heart that beats in every breast,<\/p>\n

They
\nreached the one self in all through boundless love.<\/p>\n

Attuned
\nto Silence and to the world-rhyme,<\/p>\n

They
\nloosened the knot of the imprisoning mind; <\/p>\n

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Achieved
\nwas the wide untroubled witness gaze,<\/p>\n

Unsealed
\nwas Nature’s great spiritual eye;<\/p>\n

To
\nthe height of heights rose now their daily climb:<\/p>\n

Truth
\nleaned to them from her supernal realm;<\/p>\n

Above
\nthem blazed eternity’s mystic suns.<\/p>\n

Nameless
\nthe austere ascetics without home<\/p>\n

Abandoning
\nspeech and motion and desire,<\/p>\n

Aloof
\nfrom creatures sat absorbed, alone,<\/p>\n

Immaculate
\nin tranquil heights of self<\/p>\n

On
\nconcentration’s luminous voiceless peaks,<\/p>\n

World-naked
\nhermits with their matted hair<\/p>\n

Immobile
\nas the passionless great hills<\/p>\n

Around
\nthem grouped like thoughts of some vast mood<\/p>\n

Awaiting
\nthe Infinite’s<\/span> behest to
\nend.<\/p>\n

The
\nseers attuned to the universal Will,<\/p>\n

Content
\nin Him who smiles behind earth’s forms<\/p>\n

Abode
\n ungrieved<\/span> by the insistent
\ndays.<\/p>\n

About
\nthem like green trees girdling a hill<\/p>\n

Young
\ngrave disciples fashioned by their touch,<\/p>\n

Trained
\nto the simple act and conscious word,<\/p>\n

Greatened
\nwithin and grew to meet their heights.<\/p>\n

Far-wandering
\nseekers on the Eternal’s<\/span>
\npath<\/p>\n

Brought
\nto these quiet founts their spirit’s thirst<\/p>\n

And
\nspent the treasure of a silent hour<\/p>\n

Bathed
\nin the purity of the mild gaze<\/p>\n

That,
\n uninsistent<\/span>, ruled them from
\nits peace,<\/p>\n

And
\nby its influence found the ways of calm.<\/p>\n

The
\nInfants of the monarchy of the worlds,<\/p>\n

The
\nheroic leaders of a coming time,<\/p>\n

King-children
\nnurtured in that spacious air<\/p>\n

Like
\nlions gambolling<\/span> in sky and
\nsun<\/p>\n

Received
\nhalf-consciously their godlike stamp:<\/p>\n

Formed
\nin the type of the high thoughts they sang<\/p>\n

They
\nlearned the wide magnificence of mood<\/p>\n

That
\nmakes us comrades of the cosmic urge,<\/p>\n

No
\nlonger chained to their small separate selves, <\/p>\n

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Plastic
\nand firm beneath the eternal hand,<\/p>\n

Met
\nNature with a bold and friendly clasp<\/p>\n

And
\nserved in her the Power that shapes her works.<\/p>\n

One-souled<\/span> to all and free from
\nnarrowing bonds,<\/p>\n

Large
\nlike a continent of warm sunshine<\/p>\n

In
\nwide equality’s impartial joy,<\/p>\n

These
\nsages breathed for God’s delight in things.<\/p>\n

Assisting
\nthe slow entries of the gods,<\/p>\n

Sowing
\nin young minds immortal thoughts they lived,<\/p>\n

Taught
\nthe great Truth to which man’s race must rise<\/p>\n

Or
\nopened the gates of freedom to a few,<\/p>\n

Imparting
\nto our struggling world the Light<\/p>\n

They
\nbreathed like spirits from Time’s dull yoke released,<\/p>\n

Comrades
\nand vessels of the cosmic Force,<\/p>\n

Using
\na natural mastery like the sun’s:<\/p>\n

Their
\nspeech, their silence was a help to earth.<\/p>\n

A
\nmagic happiness flowed from their touch;<\/p>\n

Oneness
\nwas sovereign in that sylvan peace,<\/p>\n

The
\nwild beast joined in friendship with its prey,<\/p>\n

Persuading
\nthe hatred and the strife to cease<\/p>\n

The
\nlove that flows from the one Mother’s breast<\/p>\n

Healed
\nwith their hearts the hard and wounded world.<\/p>\n

Others
\nescaped from the confines of thought<\/p>\n

To
\nwhere Mind motionless sleeps waiting Light’s birth,<\/p>\n

And
\ncame back quivering with a nameless Force<\/p>\n

Drunk
\nwith a wine of lightning in their cells;<\/p>\n

Intuitive
\nknowledge leaping into speech,<\/p>\n

Hearing
\nthe subtle voice that clothes the heavens,<\/p>\n

Carrying
\nthe splendour<\/span> that has
\nlit the suns,<\/p>\n

They
\nsang Infinity’s names and deathless powers<\/p>\n

In
\nmetres that reflect the moving worlds,<\/p>\n

Sight’s
\nsound-waves breaking from the soul’s great deeps.<\/p>\n

Some
\nlost to the person and his strip of thought<\/p>\n

In a
\nmotionless ocean of impersonal Power,<\/p>\n

Sat
\nmighty, visioned<\/span> with the Infinite’s<\/span> Light,<\/p>\n

Or,
\ncomrades of the everlasting Will, <\/p>\n

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Surveyed
\nthe plan of past and future Time.<\/p>\n

Some
\nwinged like birds out of the cosmic sea<\/p>\n

And
\nvanished into a bright and featureless Vast:<\/p>\n

Some
\nsilent watched the universal dance,<\/p>\n

Or
\nhelped the world by world-indifference.<\/p>\n

Some
\nwatched no more merged in a lonely Self,<\/p>\n

Absorbed
\nin the trance from which no soul returns,<\/p>\n

All
\nthe occult world-lines for ever closed,<\/p>\n

The
\nchains of birth and person cast away:<\/p>\n

Some
\nuncompanioned reached the Ineffable.<\/p>\n

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As floats a
\nsunbeam through a shady place,<\/p>\n

The
\ngolden virgin in her carven car<\/p>\n

Came
\ngliding among meditation’s seats.<\/p>\n

Often
\nin twilight mid returning troops<\/p>\n

Of
\ncattle thickening with their dust the shades<\/p>\n

When
\nthe loud day had slipped below the verge,<\/p>\n

Arriving
\nin a peaceful hermit grove<\/p>\n

She
\nrested drawing round her like a cloak<\/p>\n

Its
\nspirit of patient muse and potent prayer.<\/p>\n

Or
\nnear to a lion river’s tawny mane<\/p>\n

And
\ntrees that worshipped on a praying shore,<\/p>\n

A
\ndomed and templed<\/span> air’s serene
\nrepose<\/p>\n

Beckoned
\nto her hurrying wheels to stay their speed.<\/p>\n

In
\nthe solemnity of a space that seemed<\/p>\n

A
\nmind remembering ancient silences,<\/p>\n

Where
\nto the heart great bygone voices called<\/p>\n

And
\nthe large liberty of brooding seers<\/p>\n

Had
\nleft the long impress of their soul’s scene<\/p>\n

Awake
\nin candid dawn or darkness mooned,<\/p>\n

To
\nthe still touch inclined the daughter of Flame<\/p>\n

Drank
\nin hushed splendour<\/span> between
\ntranquil lids<\/p>\n

And
\nfelt the kinship of eternal calm.<\/p>\n

But
\nmorn broke in reminding her of her quest<\/p>\n

And
\nfrom low rustic couch or mat she rose<\/p>\n

And
\nwent impelled on her unfinished way <\/p>\n

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And
\nfollowed the fateful orbit of her life<\/p>\n

Like
\na desire that questions silent gods,<\/p>\n

Then
\npasses starlike<\/span> to some
\nbright Beyond.<\/p>\n

Thence
\nto great solitary tracts she came,<\/p>\n

Where
\nman was a passer-by towards human scenes<\/p>\n

Or
\nsole in Nature’s vastness strove to live<\/p>\n

And
\ncalled for help to ensouled<\/span>
\ninvisible Powers,<\/p>\n

Overwhelmed
\nby the immensity of his world<\/p>\n

And
\nunaware of his own infinity.<\/p>\n

The
\nEarth multiplied to her a changing brow<\/p>\n

And
\ncalled her with a far and nameless voice.<\/p>\n

The
\nmountains in their anchorite solitude,<\/p>\n

The
\nforests with their multitudinous chant<\/p>\n

Disclosed
\nto her the masked divinity’s doors.<\/p>\n

On
\ndreaming plains, an indolent expanse,<\/p>\n

The
\ndeath-bed of a pale enchanted eve<\/p>\n

Under
\nthe glamour of a sunken sky,<\/p>\n

Impassive
\nshe lay as at an age’s end,<\/p>\n

Or
\ncrossed an eager pack of huddled hills<\/p>\n

Lifting
\ntheir heads to hunt a lairlike<\/span>
\nsky,<\/p>\n

Or travelled<\/span> in a strange and
\nempty land<\/p>\n

Where
\ndesolate summits camped in a weird heaven,<\/p>\n

Mute
\nsentinels beneath a drifting moon,<\/p>\n

Or
\nwandered in some lone tremendous wood<\/p>\n

Ringing
\nfor ever with the crickets’ cry,<\/p>\n

Or
\nfollowed a long glistening serpent road<\/p>\n

Through
\nfields and pastures lapped in moveless<\/span>
\nlight,<\/p>\n

Or
\nreached the wild beauty of a desert space<\/p>\n

Where
\nnever plough was driven nor herd had grazed<\/p>\n

And
\nslumbered upon stripped and thirsty sands<\/p>\n

Amid
\nthe savage wild-beast Night’s appeal.<\/p>\n

Still
\nunaccomplished was the fateful quest;<\/p>\n

Still
\nshe found not the one predestined face<\/p>\n

For
\nwhich she sought amid the sons of men.<\/p>\n

A
\ngrandiose silence wrapped the regal day.<\/p>\n

The
\nmonths had fed the passion of the sun <\/p>\n

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And
\nnow his burning breath assailed the soil.<\/p>\n

The
\ntiger heats prowled through the fainting earth;<\/p>\n

All
\nwas licked up as by a lolling tongue.<\/p>\n

The
\nspring winds failed; the sky was set like bronze.<\/p>\n

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End of Canto Four<\/p>\n

End of Book Four <\/p>\n

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