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\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\tPART THREE<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n<\/p>\n

 <\/font>( <\/font> B<\/font><\/b><\/span>ooks<\/font>
\nIX\u2013XII<\/font><\/span><\/b> )<\/span><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tBook
\n\t\t\t\tNine<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\tThe Book of Eternal Night<\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\t <\/p>\n\n\n
 <\/td>\n\n
\n

Canto One<\/i><\/p>\n

  <\/p>\n

\nTowards the Black
\nVoid<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So was she left alone in the huge wood,<\/p>\n

Surrounded by a dim unthinking world,<\/p>\n

Her husband’s corpse
\non her forsaken breast.<\/p>\n

She measured not her loss with helpless thoughts,<\/p>\n

Nor rent with tears the marble seals of pain:<\/p>\n

She rose not yet to face the dreadful god.<\/p>\n

Over the body she loved her soul leaned out<\/p>\n

In a great stillness without stir or voice,<\/p>\n

As if her mind had died with Satyavan.<\/p>\n

But still the human heart in her beat on.<\/p>\n

Aware still of his being near to hers,<\/p>\n

Closely she clasped to her the mute lifeless form<\/p>\n

As though to guard the oneness they had been<\/p>\n

And keep the spirit
\nstill within its frame.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly there came on her the change<\/p>\n

Which in tremendous moments of our lives<\/p>\n

Can overtake sometimes the human soul<\/p>\n

And hold it up towards its luminous source.<\/p>\n

The veil is torn, the thinker is no more:<\/p>\n

Only the spirit sees and all is known.<\/p>\n

Then a calm Power seated above our brows<\/p>\n

Is seen, unshaken by our thoughts and deeds,<\/p>\n

Its stillness bears the voices of the world:<\/p>\n

Immobile, it moves Nature, looks on life.<\/p>\n

It shapes immutably its far-seen ends;<\/p>\n

Untouched and tranquil amid error and tears<\/p>\n

And measureless above our striving wills,<\/p>\n

Its gaze controls the turbulent whirl of things.<\/p>\n

To mate with the Glory it sees, the spirit grows:<\/p>\n

The voice of life is tuned to infinite sounds,<\/p>\n

The moments on great wings of lightning come <\/p>\n

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\n<\/div>\n

And godlike thoughts surprise the mind of earth.<\/p>\n

Into the soul’s splendour and intensity<\/p>\n

A crescent of miraculous birth is tossed,<\/p>\n

Whose horn of mystery
\nfloats in a bright void<\/p>\n

As into a heaven of strength and silence thought<\/p>\n

Is ravished; all this living mortal clay<\/p>\n

Is seized and in a swift and fiery flood<\/p>\n

Of touches shaped by a Harmonist unseen.<\/p>\n

A new sight comes, new voices in us form<\/p>\n

A body of the music of the
\ngods.<\/p>\n

Immortal yearnings without name leap down,<\/p>\n

Large quiverings of godhead seeking run<\/p>\n

And weave upon a puissant field of calm<\/p>\n

A high and lonely ecstasy of will.<\/p>\n

This in a moment’s depths was born in her.<\/p>\n

Now to the limitless gaze disclosed that sees<\/p>\n

Things barred from human thinking’s earthly lids,<\/p>\n

The Spirit who had hidden in Nature soared<\/p>\n

Out of his luminous nest within the worlds:<\/p>\n

Like a vast fire it climbed the skies of night.<\/p>\n

Thus were the cords
\nof self-oblivion torn.<\/p>\n

Like one who looks up to far heights she saw,<\/p>\n

Ancient and strong as on a windless summit<\/p>\n

Above her where she had worked in her lone mind<\/p>\n

Labouring apart in a sole tower of self,<\/p>\n

The source of all which she had seemed or wrought,<\/p>\n

A power projected into cosmic space,<\/p>\n

A slow embodiment of the aeonic will,<\/p>\n

A starry fragment of the eternal Truth,<\/p>\n

The passionate instrument of an unmoved Power.<\/p>\n

A Presence was there
\nthat filled the listening world,<\/p>\n

A central All assumed her boundless life.<\/p>\n

A sovereignty, a silence and a swiftness,<\/p>\n

One brooded over abysses who was she.<\/p>\n

As in a choric robe of unheard sounds<\/p>\n

A force descended
\ntrailing endless lights; <\/p>\n

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\n
\n<\/div>\n

Linking Time’s seconds to
\nInfinity,<\/p>\n

Illimitably it girt the earth and her:<\/p>\n

It sank into her soul and she was changed.<\/p>\n

Then like a thought fulfilled by some great word<\/p>\n

That mightiness
\nassumed a symbol form;<\/p>\n

Her being’s spaces quivered with its touch,<\/p>\n

It covered her as with immortal wings;<\/p>\n

On its lips the curve of the unuttered Truth,<\/p>\n

A halo of Wisdom’s lightnings for its crown,<\/p>\n

It entered the mystic lotus in her head,<\/p>\n

A thousand-petalled home of power and light.<\/p>\n

Immortal leader of her mortality,<\/p>\n

Doer of her works and fountain of her words,<\/p>\n

Invulnerable by Time, omnipotent,<\/p>\n

It stood above her calm, immobile, mute.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All in her mated with that mighty hour,<\/p>\n

As if the last remnant had been slain by Death<\/p>\n

Of the humanity that once was hers.<\/p>\n

Assuming a spiritual wide control,<\/p>\n

Making life’s sea a mirror of heaven’s sky,<\/p>\n

The young divinity in her earthly limbs<\/p>\n

Filled with celestial strength her mortal part.<\/p>\n

Over was the haunted pain, the rending fear:<\/p>\n

Her grief had passed away, her mind was still,<\/p>\n

Her heart beat quietly with a sovereign force.<\/p>\n

There came a freedom from the heart-strings’ clutch,<\/p>\n

Now all her acts sprang from a godhead’s calm.<\/p>\n

Calmly she laid upon the forest soil<\/p>\n

The dead who still reposed upon her breast<\/p>\n

And bore to turn away from the dead form:<\/p>\n

Sole now she rose to meet the dreadful god.<\/p>\n

That mightier spirit turned its mastering gaze<\/p>\n

On life and things, inheritor of a work<\/p>\n

Left to it unfinished from her halting past,<\/p>\n

When yet the mind, a passionate learner, toiled <\/p>\n

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\n
\n<\/div>\n

And ill-shaped instruments were crudely moved.<\/p>\n

Transcended now was the poor human rule;<\/p>\n

A sovereign power was there, a godlike will.<\/p>\n

A moment yet she lingered motionless<\/p>\n

And looked down on the dead man at her feet;<\/p>\n

Then like a tree recovering from a wind<\/p>\n

She raised her noble head; fronting her gaze<\/p>\n

Something stood there, unearthly, sombre, grand,<\/p>\n

A limitless denial of all being<\/p>\n

That wore the terror and wonder of a shape.<\/p>\n

In its appalling eyes the tenebrous Form<\/p>\n

Bore the deep pity of
\ndestroying gods.<\/p>\n

A sorrowful irony curved the dreadful lips<\/p>\n

That speak the word of doom. Eternal Night,<\/p>\n

In the dire beauty of an immortal face,<\/p>\n

Pitying arose, receiving all that lives<\/p>\n

For ever into its fathomless heart, refuge<\/p>\n

Of creatures from their anguish and world-pain.<\/p>\n

His shape was nothingness made real, his limbs<\/p>\n

Were monuments of transience and beneath<\/p>\n

Brows of unwearying calm large godlike lids<\/p>\n

Silent beheld the writhing serpent, life.<\/p>\n

Unmoved their timeless wide unchanging gaze<\/p>\n

Had seen the unprofitable cycles pass,<\/p>\n

Survived the passing of unnumbered stars<\/p>\n

And sheltered still the same immutable orbs.<\/p>\n

The two opposed each other with their eyes,<\/p>\n

Woman and universal god: around her,<\/p>\n

Piling their void unbearable loneliness<\/p>\n

Upon her mighty uncompanioned soul,<\/p>\n

Many inhuman solitudes came close.<\/p>\n

Vacant eternities forbidding hope<\/p>\n

Laid upon her their huge and lifeless look,<\/p>\n

And to her ears silencing earthly sounds,<\/p>\n

A sad and formidable voice arose<\/p>\n

Which seemed the whole adverse world’s. \u201cUnclasp,\u201d it cried, <\/p>\n

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\n<\/div>\n

\u00a0<\/span>\u201cThy passionate
\ninfluence and relax, O slave<\/p>\n

Of Nature, changing tool of changeless Law,<\/p>\n

Who vainly writhst rebellious to my yoke,<\/p>\n

Thy elemental grasp; weep and forget.<\/p>\n

Entomb thy passion in its living grave.<\/p>\n

Leave now the once-loved spirit’s abandoned robe:<\/p>\n

Pass lonely back to thy vain life on earth.\u201d<\/p>\n

It ceased, she moved not and it spoke again,<\/p>\n

Lowering its mighty key to human chords,\u2014<\/p>\n

Yet a dread cry behind the uttered sounds,<\/p>\n

Echoing all sadness and immortal scorn,<\/p>\n

Moaned like a hunger of far wandering waves.<\/p>\n

\u201cWilt thou for ever keep thy passionate hold,<\/p>\n

Thyself, a creature doomed like him to pass,<\/p>\n

Denying his soul death’s calm and silent rest?<\/p>\n

Relax thy grasp; this body is earth’s and thine,<\/p>\n

His spirit now belongs to a greater power.<\/p>\n

Woman, thy husband suffers.\u201d Savitri<\/p>\n

Drew back her heart’s force that clasped his body still<\/p>\n

Where from her lap renounced on the smooth grass<\/p>\n

Softly it lay, as often before in sleep<\/p>\n

When from their couch she rose in the white dawn<\/p>\n

Called by her daily
\ntasks: now too as if called<\/p>\n

She rose and stood gathered in lonely strength,<\/p>\n

Like one who drops his mantle for a race<\/p>\n

And waits the signal, motionlessly swift.<\/p>\n

She knew not to what course: her spirit above<\/p>\n

On the crypt-summit of her secret form<\/p>\n

Like one left sentinel on a mountain crest,<\/p>\n

A fiery-footed splendour puissant-winged,<\/p>\n

Watched flaming-silent with her voiceless soul<\/p>\n

Like a still sail upon a windless sea.<\/p>\n

White passionless it rode, an anchored might,<\/p>\n

Waiting what far-ridged impulse should arise<\/p>\n

Out of the eternal depths and cast its surge.<\/p>\n

Then Death, the king, leaned boundless down, as leans <\/p>\n

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\n
\n<\/div>\n

Night over tired lands when evening pales<\/p>\n

And fading gleams break down the horizon’s walls,<\/p>\n

Nor yet the dusk grows mystic with the moon.<\/p>\n

The dim and awful godhead rose erect<\/p>\n

From his brief stooping to his touch on earth,<\/p>\n

And like a dream that wakes out of a dream,<\/p>\n

Forsaking the poor mould of that dead clay,<\/p>\n

Another luminous Satyavan arose,<\/p>\n

Starting upright from the recumbent earth<\/p>\n

As if someone over viewless borders stepped<\/p>\n

Emerging on the edge of unseen worlds.<\/p>\n

In the earth’s day the silent marvel stood<\/p>\n

Between the mortal woman and the god.<\/p>\n

Such seemed he as if one departed came<\/p>\n

Wearing the light of a celestial shape<\/p>\n

Splendidly alien to the mortal air.<\/p>\n

The mind sought things long loved and fell back foiled<\/p>\n

From unfamiliar hues, beheld yet longed,<\/p>\n

By the sweet radiant form unsatisfied,<\/p>\n

Incredulous of its too bright hints of heaven;<\/p>\n

Too strange the brilliant phantasm to life’s clasp<\/p>\n

Desiring the warm creations of the earth<\/p>\n

Reared in the ardour of material suns,<\/p>\n

The senses seized in vain a glorious shade:<\/p>\n

Only the spirit knew the spirit still,<\/p>\n

And the heart divined the old loved heart, though changed.<\/p>\n

Between two realms he stood, not wavering,<\/p>\n

But fixed in quiet strong expectancy,<\/p>\n

Like one who, sightless, listens for a command.<\/p>\n

So were they immobile on that earthly field,<\/p>\n

Powers not of earth, though one in human clay.<\/p>\n

On either side of one two spirits strove;<\/p>\n

Silence battled with silence, vast with vast.<\/p>\n

But now the impulse of the Path was felt<\/p>\n

Moving from the Silence that supports the stars<\/p>\n

To touch the confines of the visible world. <\/p>\n

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Luminous he moved away; behind him Death<\/p>\n

Went slowly with his noiseless tread, as seen<\/p>\n

In dream-built fields a shadowy herdsman glides<\/p>\n

Behind some wanderer from his voiceless herds,<\/p>\n

And Savitri moved behind eternal Death,<\/p>\n

Her mortal pace was equalled with the god’s.<\/p>\n

Wordless she travelled in her lover’s steps,<\/p>\n

Planting her human feet where his had trod,<\/p>\n

Into the perilous silences beyond.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At first in a blind stress of woods she moved<\/p>\n

With strange inhuman paces on the soil,<\/p>\n

Journeying as if upon an unseen road.<\/p>\n

Around her on the green and imaged earth<\/p>\n

The flickering screen
\nof forests ringed her steps.<\/p>\n

Its thick luxurious obstacle of boughs<\/p>\n

Besieged her body pressing dimly through<\/p>\n

In a rich realm of whispers palpable,<\/p>\n

And all the murmurous beauty of the leaves<\/p>\n

Rippled around her like an emerald robe.<\/p>\n

But more and more this grew an alien sound,<\/p>\n

And her old intimate body seemed to her<\/p>\n

A burden which her being remotely bore.<\/p>\n

Herself lived far in some uplifted scene<\/p>\n

Where to the trance-chained vision of pursuit,<\/p>\n

Sole presences in a high spaceless dream,<\/p>\n

The luminous spirit glided stilly on<\/p>\n

And the great shadow travelled vague behind.<\/p>\n

Still with an amorous crowd of seeking hands<\/p>\n

Softly entreated by their old desires<\/p>\n

Her senses felt earth’s close and gentle air<\/p>\n

Cling round them and in troubled branches knew<\/p>\n

Uncertain treadings of a faint-foot wind:<\/p>\n

She bore dim fragrances, far callings touched;<\/p>\n

The wild bird’s voice and its winged rustle came<\/p>\n

As if a sigh from some forgotten world. <\/p>\n

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\n<\/div>\n

Earth stood aloof, yet near: round her it wove<\/p>\n

Its sweetness and its greenness and delight,<\/p>\n

Its brilliance suave of well-loved vivid hues,<\/p>\n

Sunlight arriving to its golden noon,<\/p>\n

And the blue heavens and the caressing soil.<\/p>\n

The ancient Mother offered to her child<\/p>\n

Her simple world of kind familiar things.<\/p>\n

But now as if the body’s sensuous hold<\/p>\n

Curbing the godhead of her infinite walk<\/p>\n

Had freed those spirits to their grander road<\/p>\n

Across some boundary’s intangible bar,<\/p>\n

The silent god grew mighty and remote<\/p>\n

In other spaces and the soul she loved<\/p>\n

Lost its consenting nearness to her life.<\/p>\n

Into a deep and unfamiliar air<\/p>\n

Enormous, windless, without stir or sound<\/p>\n

They seemed to enlarge away, drawn by some wide<\/p>\n

Pale distance, from the warm control of earth<\/p>\n

And her grown far. Now, now they would escape.<\/p>\n

Then flaming from her body’s nest, alarmed,<\/p>\n

Her violent spirit soared at Satyavan.<\/p>\n

Out mid the plunge of heaven-surrounded rocks<\/p>\n

So in a terror and a wrath divine<\/p>\n

From her eyrie streams against the ascending death,<\/p>\n

Indignant at its crouching point of steel,<\/p>\n

A fierce she-eagle threatened in her brood,<\/p>\n

Borne on a rush of puissance and a cry,<\/p>\n

Outwinging like a mass of golden fire.<\/p>\n

So on a spirit’s flaming outrush borne<\/p>\n

She crossed the borders of dividing sense;<\/p>\n

Like pale discarded sheaths dropped dully down<\/p>\n

Her mortal members fell back from her soul.<\/p>\n

A moment of a secret body’s sleep,<\/p>\n

Her trance knew not of sun or earth or world;<\/p>\n

Thought, time and death were absent from her grasp:<\/p>\n

She knew not self, forgotten was Savitri. <\/p>\n

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\n<\/div>\n

All was the violent ocean of a will<\/p>\n

Where lived captive to an immense caress,<\/p>\n

Possessed in a supreme identity,<\/p>\n

Her aim, joy, origin, Satyavan alone.<\/p>\n

Her sovereign prisoned in her being’s core,<\/p>\n

He beat there like a rhythmic heart,\u2014herself<\/p>\n

But different still, one loved, enveloped, clasped,<\/p>\n

A treasure saved from the collapse of space.<\/p>\n

Around him nameless, infinite she surged,<\/p>\n

Her spirit fulfilled in his spirit, rich with all Time,<\/p>\n

As if Love’s deathless moment had been found,<\/p>\n

A pearl within eternity’s white shell.<\/p>\n

Then out of the engulfing sea of trance<\/p>\n

Her mind rose drenched to light streaming with hues<\/p>\n

Of vision and, awake once more to Time,<\/p>\n

Returned to shape the lineaments of things<\/p>\n

And live in borders of the seen and known.<\/p>\n

Onward the three still moved in her soul-scene.<\/p>\n

As if pacing through fragments of a dream,<\/p>\n

She seemed to travel on, a visioned shape,<\/p>\n

Imagining other musers like herself,<\/p>\n

By them imagined in their lonely sleep.<\/p>\n

Ungrasped, unreal, yet familiar, old,<\/p>\n

Like clefts of unsubstantial memory,<\/p>\n

Scenes often traversed, never lived in, fled<\/p>\n

Past her unheeding to forgotten goals.<\/p>\n

In voiceless regions they were travellers<\/p>\n

Alone in a new world where souls were not,<\/p>\n

But only living moods.
\nA strange, hushed, weird<\/p>\n

Country was round them, strange far skies above,<\/p>\n

A doubting space where dreaming objects lived<\/p>\n

Within themselves their own unchanged idea.<\/p>\n

Weird were the
\ngrasses, weird the treeless plains,<\/p>\n

Weird ran the road which like fear hastening<\/p>\n

Towards that of which it has most terror, passed<\/p>\n

Phantasmal between pillared conscious rocks <\/p>\n

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Sombre and high, gates brooding, whose stone thoughts<\/p>\n

Lost their huge sense beyond in giant night.<\/p>\n

Enigma of the Inconscient’s sculptural sleep,<\/p>\n

Symbols of the approach to darkness old<\/p>\n

And monuments of her titanic reign,<\/p>\n

Opening to depths like dumb appalling jaws<\/p>\n

That wait a traveller down a haunted path<\/p>\n

Attracted to a mystery that slays,<\/p>\n

They watched across her road, cruel and still;<\/p>\n

Sentinels they stood of dumb Necessity,<\/p>\n

Mute heads of vigilant and sullen gloom,<\/p>\n

Carved muzzle of a dim enormous world.<\/p>\n

Then to that chill sere heavy line arrived<\/p>\n

Where his feet touched the shadowy marches’ brink,<\/p>\n

Turning arrested luminous Satyavan<\/p>\n

Looked back with his wonderful eyes at Savitri.<\/p>\n

But Death pealed forth his vast abysmal cry:<\/p>\n

\u201cO mortal, turn back to thy transient kind;<\/p>\n

Aspire not to accompany Death to his home,<\/p>\n

As if thy breath could live where Time must die.<\/p>\n

Think not thy mind-born passion strength from heaven<\/p>\n

To uplift thy spirit from its earthly base<\/p>\n

And, breaking out from the material cage,<\/p>\n

To upbuoy thy feet of dream in groundless Nought<\/p>\n

And bear thee through the pathless infinite.<\/p>\n

Only in human limits man lives safe.<\/p>\n

Trust not in the unreal Lords of Time,<\/p>\n

Immortal deeming this image of thyself<\/p>\n

Which they have built on a
\ndream’s floating ground.<\/p>\n

Let not the dreadful goddess move thy soul<\/p>\n

To enlarge thy vehement trespass into worlds<\/p>\n

Where it shall perish like a helpless thought.<\/p>\n

Know the cold term-stones of thy hopes in life.<\/p>\n

Armed vainly with the Idea’s
\nborrowed might<\/p>\n

Dare not to outstep
\nman’s bound and measured force.<\/p>\n

Ignorant and stumbling, in brief boundaries pent, <\/p>\n

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\n
\n<\/div>\n

He crowns himself the
\nworld’s mock suzerain<\/p>\n

Tormenting Nature with the works of Mind.<\/p>\n

O sleeper dreaming of divinity,<\/p>\n

Wake trembling mid the indifferent silences<\/p>\n

In which thy few weak chords of being die.<\/p>\n

Impermanent creatures, sorrowful foam of Time,<\/p>\n

Your transient loves bind not the eternal gods.\u201d<\/p>\n

The dread voice ebbed in the consenting hush<\/p>\n

Which seemed to close upon it, wide, intense,<\/p>\n

A wordless sanction from the jaws of Night.<\/p>\n

The Woman answered not. Her high nude soul,<\/p>\n

Stripped of the girdle of mortality,<\/p>\n

Against fixed destiny and the grooves of law<\/p>\n

Stood up in its sheer will a primal force.<\/p>\n

Still like a statue on its pedestal,<\/p>\n

Lone in the silence and to vastness bared,<\/p>\n

Against midnight’s dumb abysses piled in front<\/p>\n

A columned shaft of fire and light she rose.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

End of Canto One <\/p>\n

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