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Canto Three<\/i> <\/p>\n

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\n Satyavan and
\nSavitri<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

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Out
\nof the voiceless mystery of the past<\/p>\n

In a
\npresent ignorant of forgotten bonds<\/p>\n

These
\nspirits met upon the roads of Time.<\/p>\n

Yet
\nin the heart their secret conscious selves<\/p>\n

At
\nonce aware grew of each other warned<\/p>\n

By
\nthe first call of a delightful voice<\/p>\n

And
\na first vision of the destined face.<\/p>\n

As
\nwhen being cries to being from its depths<\/p>\n

Behind
\nthe screen of the external sense<\/p>\n

And
\nstrives to find the heart-disclosing word,<\/p>\n

The
\npassionate speech revealing the soul’s need,<\/p>\n

But
\nthe mind’s ignorance veils the inner sight,<\/p>\n

Only
\na little breaks through our earth-made bounds,<\/p>\n

So
\nnow they met in that momentous hour,<\/p>\n

So
\nutter the recognition in the deeps,<\/p>\n

The
\nremembrance lost, the oneness felt and missed.<\/p>\n

Thus
\nSatyavan spoke first to Savitri:<\/p>\n

\u201cO
\nthou who com’st<\/span> to me out of
\nTime’s silences,<\/p>\n

Yet
\nthy voice has wakened my heart to an unknown bliss,<\/p>\n

Immortal
\nor mortal only in thy frame,<\/p>\n

For
\nmore than earth speaks to me from thy soul<\/p>\n

And
\nmore than earth surrounds me in thy gaze,<\/p>\n

How
\nart thou named among the sons of men?<\/p>\n

Whence
\nhast thou dawned filling my spirit’s days,<\/p>\n

Brighter
\nthan summer, brighter than my flowers,<\/p>\n

Into
\nthe lonely borders of my life,<\/p>\n

O
\nSunlight moulded<\/span> like a golden
\nmaid?<\/p>\n

I
\nknow that mighty gods are friends of earth.<\/p>\n

Amid
\nthe pageantries of day and dusk,<\/p>\n

Long
\nhave I travelled<\/span> with my
\npilgrim soul<\/p>\n

Moved
\nby the marvel of familiar things. <\/p>\n

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Earth
\ncould not hide from me the powers she veils:<\/p>\n

Even
\nthough moving mid an earthly scene<\/p>\n

And
\nthe common surfaces of terrestrial things,<\/p>\n

My
\nvision saw unblinded<\/span> by her
\nforms;<\/p>\n

The
\nGodhead looked at me from familiar scenes.<\/p>\n

I
\nwitnessed the virgin bridals of the dawn<\/p>\n

Behind
\nthe glowing curtains of the sky<\/p>\n

Or
\nvying in joy with the bright morning’s steps<\/p>\n

I
\npaced along the slumberous<\/span> coasts
\nof morn,<\/p>\n

Or
\nthe gold desert of the sunlight crossed<\/p>\n

Traversing
\ngreat wastes of splendour<\/span>
\nand of fire,<\/p>\n

Or
\nmet the moon gliding amazed through heaven<\/p>\n

In
\nthe uncertain wideness of the night,<\/p>\n

Or
\nthe stars marched on their long sentinel routes<\/p>\n

Pointing
\ntheir spears through the infinitudes,<\/p>\n

The
\nday and dusk revealed to me hidden shapes;<\/p>\n

Figures
\nhave come to me from secret shores<\/p>\n

And
\nhappy faces looked from ray and flame.<\/p>\n

I
\nhave heard strange voices cross the ether’s waves,<\/p>\n

The
\ncentaur’s wizard song has thrilled my ear;<\/p>\n

I
\nglimpsed the Apsaras<\/span>
\nbathing in the pools<\/p>\n

And
\nsaw the wood-nymphs peering through the leaves;<\/p>\n

The
\nwinds have shown to me their trampling lords,<\/p>\n

I
\nhave beheld the princes of the Sun<\/p>\n

Burning
\nin thousand-pillared homes of light.<\/p>\n

So
\nnow my mind could dream and my heart fear<\/p>\n

That
\nfrom some wonder-couch beyond our air<\/p>\n

Risen
\nin a wide morning of the gods<\/p>\n

Thou
\n drov’st<\/span> thy horses from the Thunderer’s<\/span> worlds.<\/p>\n

Although
\nto heaven thy beauty seems allied,<\/p>\n

Much
\nrather would my thoughts rejoice to know<\/p>\n

That
\nmortal sweetness smiles between thy lips<\/p>\n

And
\nthy heart can beat beneath a human gaze<\/p>\n

And
\nthy aureate bosom quiver with a look<\/p>\n

And
\nits tumult answer to an earth-born voice.<\/p>\n

If
\nour time-vexed affections thou canst feel, <\/p>\n

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Earth’s
\nease of simple things can satisfy,<\/p>\n

If
\nthy glance can dwell content on earthly soil,<\/p>\n

And
\nthis celestial summary of delight,<\/p>\n

Thy
\ngolden body, dally with fatigue<\/p>\n

Oppressing
\nwith its grace our terrain, while<\/p>\n

The
\nfrail sweet passing taste of earthly food<\/p>\n

Delays
\nthee and the torrent’s leaping wine,<\/p>\n

Descend.
\nLet thy journey cease, come down to us.<\/p>\n

Close
\nis my father’s creepered<\/span>
\nhermitage<\/p>\n

Screened
\nby the tall ranks of these silent kings,<\/p>\n

Sung
\nto by voices of the hue-robed choirs<\/p>\n

Whose
\nchants repeat transcribed in music’s notes<\/p>\n

The
\npassionate coloured<\/span> lettering
\nof the boughs<\/p>\n

And
\nfill the hours with their melodious cry.<\/p>\n

Amid
\nthe welcome-hum of many bees<\/p>\n

Invade
\nour honied<\/span> kingdom of the
\nwoods;<\/p>\n

There
\nlet me lead thee into an opulent life.<\/p>\n

Bare,
\nsimple is the sylvan hermit-life;<\/p>\n

Yet
\nis it clad with the jewelry of earth.<\/p>\n

Wild
\nwinds run\u2014visitors midst the swaying tops,<\/p>\n

Through
\nthe calm days heaven’s sentinels of peace<\/p>\n

Couched
\non a purple robe of sky above<\/p>\n

Look
\ndown on a rich secrecy and hush<\/p>\n

And
\nthe chambered nuptial waters chant within.<\/p>\n

Enormous,
\nwhispering, many-formed around<\/p>\n

High
\nforest gods have taken in their arms<\/p>\n

The
\nhuman hour, a guest of their centuried<\/span>
\n pomps<\/span>.<\/p>\n

Apparelled<\/span> are the morns in gold
\nand green,<\/p>\n

Sunlight
\nand shadow tapestry the walls<\/p>\n

To
\nmake a resting chamber fit for thee.\u201d<\/p>\n

Awhile
\nshe paused as if hearing still his voice,<\/p>\n

Unwilling
\nto break the charm, then slowly spoke.<\/p>\n

Musing
\nshe answered: \u201cI am Savitri,<\/p>\n

Princess
\nof Madra<\/span>. Who art thou?
\nWhat name<\/p>\n

Musical
\non earth expresses thee to men?<\/p>\n

What
\ntrunk of kings watered by fortunate streams <\/p>\n

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Has
\nflowered at last upon one happy branch?<\/p>\n

Why
\nis thy dwelling in the pathless wood<\/p>\n

Far
\nfrom the deeds thy glorious youth demands,<\/p>\n

Haunt
\nof the anchorites and earth’s wilder broods,<\/p>\n

Where
\nonly with thy witness self thou roam’st<\/span><\/p>\n

In
\nNature’s green unhuman<\/span>
\nloneliness<\/p>\n

Surrounded
\nby enormous silences<\/p>\n

And
\nthe blind murmur of primeval<\/span>
\ncalms?\u201d<\/p>\n

And
\nSatyavan replied to Savitri:<\/p>\n

\u201cIn
\ndays when yet his sight looked clear on life,<\/p>\n

King
\n Dyumathsena<\/span> once, the Shalwa<\/span>, reigned<\/p>\n

Through
\nall the tract which from behind these tops<\/p>\n

Passing
\nits days of emerald delight<\/p>\n

In
\ntrusting converse with the traveller<\/span>
\nwinds<\/p>\n

Turns,
\nlooking back towards the southern heavens,<\/p>\n

And
\nleans its flank upon the musing hills.<\/p>\n

But
\nequal fate removed her covering hand,<\/p>\n

A
\nliving night enclosed the strong man’s paths,<\/p>\n

Heaven’s
\nbrilliant gods recalled their careless gifts,<\/p>\n

Took
\nfrom blank eyes their glad and helping ray<\/p>\n

And
\nled the uncertain goddess from his side.<\/p>\n

Outcast
\nfrom empire of the outer light,<\/p>\n

Lost
\nto the comradeship of seeing men,<\/p>\n

He
\nsojourns in two solitudes, within<\/p>\n

And
\nin the solemn rustle of the woods.<\/p>\n

Son
\nof that king, I, Satyavan, have lived<\/p>\n

Contented,
\nfor not yet of thee aware,<\/p>\n

In
\nmy high peopled loneliness of spirit<\/p>\n

And
\nthis huge vital murmur kin to me,<\/p>\n

Nursed
\nby the vastness, pupil of solitude.<\/p>\n

Great
\nNature came to her recovered child;<\/p>\n

I
\nreigned in a kingdom of a nobler kind<\/p>\n

Than
\nmen can build upon dull Matter’s soil;<\/p>\n

I
\nmet the frankness of the primal earth,<\/p>\n

I
\nenjoyed the intimacy of infant God.<\/p>\n

In
\nthe great tapestried<\/span> chambers of her state <\/p>\n

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Free
\nin her boundless palace I have dwelt<\/p>\n

Indulged
\nby the warm mother of us all,<\/p>\n

Reared
\nwith my natural brothers in her house<\/p>\n

I
\nlay in the wide bare embrace of heaven,<\/p>\n

The
\nsunlight’s radiant blessing clasped my brow,<\/p>\n

The
\nmoonbeam’s silver ecstasy at night<\/p>\n

Kissed
\nmy dim lids to sleep. Earth’s morns were mine;<\/p>\n

Lured
\nby faint murmurings with the green-robed hours<\/p>\n

I
\nwandered lost in woods, prone to the voice<\/p>\n

Of
\nwinds and waters, partner of the sun’s joy,<\/p>\n

A
\nlistener to the universal speech:<\/p>\n

My
\nspirit satisfied within me knew<\/p>\n

Godlike
\nour birthright, luxuried<\/span>
\nour life<\/p>\n

Whose
\nclose belongings are the earth and skies.<\/p>\n

Before
\nfate led me into this emerald world,<\/p>\n

Aroused
\nby some foreshadowing touch within,<\/p>\n

An
\nearly prescience in my mind approached<\/p>\n

The
\ngreat dumb animal consciousness of earth<\/p>\n

Now
\ngrown so close to me who have left old pomps<\/span><\/p>\n

To
\nlive in this grandiose murmur dim and vast.<\/p>\n

As
\nif to a deeper country of the soul<\/p>\n

Transposing
\nthe vivid imagery of earth,<\/p>\n

Through
\nan inner seeing and sense a wakening came.<\/p>\n

A visioned<\/span> spell pursued my
\nboyhood’s hours,<\/p>\n

All
\nthings the eye had caught in coloured<\/span>
\nlines<\/p>\n

Were
\nseen anew through the interpreting mind<\/p>\n

And
\nin the shape it sought to seize the soul.<\/p>\n

An
\nearly child-god took my hand that held,<\/p>\n

Moved,
\nguided by the seeking of his touch,<\/p>\n

Bright
\nforms and hues which fled across his sight;<\/p>\n

Limned
\nupon page and stone they spoke to men.<\/p>\n

High
\nbeauty’s visitants my inmates were.<\/p>\n

The
\nneighing pride of rapid life that roams<\/p>\n

Wind-maned<\/span> through our pastures,
\non my seeing mood<\/p>\n

Cast
\nshapes of swiftness; trooping spotted deer<\/p>\n

Against
\nthe vesper sky became a song <\/p>\n

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Of
\nevening to the silence of the soul.<\/p>\n

I
\ncaught for some eternal eye the sudden<\/p>\n

Kingfisher
\nflashing to a darkling pool;<\/p>\n

A
\nslow swan silvering the azure lake,<\/p>\n

A
\nshape of magic whiteness, sailed through dream;<\/p>\n

Leaves
\ntrembling with the passion of the wind<\/p>\n

And wandering wings nearing from infinity<\/p>\n

Lived on the tablets of my inner sight ;
\nMountains
\nand trees stood there like thoughts from God.<\/p>\n

Pranked<\/span> butterflies, the conscious
\nflowers of air,<\/p>\n

The
\nbrilliant long bills in their vivid dress,<\/p>\n

The
\npeacock scattering on the breeze his moons<\/p>\n

Painted
\nmy memory like a frescoed wall.<\/p>\n

I
\ncarved my vision out of wood and stone;<\/p>\n

I
\ncaught the echoes of a word supreme<\/p>\n

And metred<\/span> the rhythm-beats of
\ninfinity<\/p>\n

And
\nlistened through music for the eternal Voice.<\/p>\n

I
\nfelt a covert touch, I heard a call,<\/p>\n

But
\ncould not clasp the body of my God<\/p>\n

Or
\nhold between my hands the World-Mother’s feet.<\/p>\n

In
\nmen I met strange portions of a Self<\/p>\n

That
\nsought for fragments and in fragments lived:<\/p>\n

Each
\nlived in himself and for himself alone<\/p>\n

And
\nwith the rest joined only fleeting ties;<\/p>\n

Each
\n passioned<\/span> over his surface
\njoy and grief,<\/p>\n

Nor
\nsaw the Eternal in his secret house.<\/p>\n

I
\nconversed with Nature, mused with the changeless stars,<\/p>\n

God’s
\nwatch-fires burning in the ignorant Night,<\/p>\n

And
\nsaw upon her mighty visage fall<\/p>\n

A
\nray prophetic of the Eternal’s<\/span>
\nsun.<\/p>\n

I
\nsat with the forest sages in their trance:<\/p>\n

There
\npoured awaking streams of diamond light,<\/p>\n

I
\nglimpsed the presence of the One in all.<\/p>\n

But
\nstill there lacked the last transcendent power<\/p>\n

And
\nMatter still slept empty of its Lord.<\/p>\n

The
\nspirit was saved, the body lost and mute <\/p>\n

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Lived
\nstill with Death and ancient Ignorance;<\/p>\n

The
\nInconscient was its base, the Void its fate.<\/p>\n

But
\nthou hast come and all will surely change:<\/p>\n

I
\nshall feel the World-Mother in thy golden limbs<\/p>\n

And
\nhear her wisdom in thy sacred voice.<\/p>\n

The
\nchild of the Void shall be reborn in God.<\/p>\n

My
\nMatter shall evade the Inconscient’s<\/span>
\ntrance,<\/p>\n

My
\nbody like my spirit shall be free:<\/p>\n

It
\nshall escape from Death and Ignorance.\u201d<\/p>\n

And
\nSavitri musing still replied to him:<\/p>\n

\u201cSpeak
\nmore to me, speak more, O Satyavan,<\/p>\n

Speak
\nof thyself and all thou art within;<\/p>\n

I
\nwould know thee as if we had ever lived<\/p>\n

Together
\nin the chamber of our souls.<\/p>\n

Speak
\ntill a light shall come into my heart<\/p>\n

And
\nmy moved mortal mind shall understand<\/p>\n

What
\nall the deathless being in me feels.<\/p>\n

It
\nknows that thou art he my spirit has sought<\/p>\n

Amidst
\nearth’s thronging visages and forms<\/p>\n

Across
\nthe golden spaces of my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

And
\nSatyavan like a replying harp<\/p>\n

To
\nthe insistent calling of a flute<\/p>\n

Answered
\nher questioning and let stream to her<\/p>\n

His
\nheart in many-coloured<\/span> waves
\nof speech:<\/p>\n

\u201cO
\ngolden princess, perfect Savitri,<\/p>\n

More
\nI would tell than failing words can speak<\/p>\n

Of
\nall that thou hast meant to me, unknown,<\/p>\n

All
\nthat the lightning flash of love reveals.<\/p>\n

In
\none great hour of the unveiling gods<\/p>\n

Even
\na brief nearness has reshaped my life.<\/p>\n

For
\nnow I know that all I lived and was<\/p>\n

Moved
\ntowards this moment of my heart’s rebirth;<\/p>\n

I
\nlook back on the meaning of myself,<\/p>\n

A
\nsoul made ready on earth’s soil for thee.<\/p>\n

Once
\nwere my days like days of other men:<\/p>\n

To
\nthink and act was all, to enjoy and breathe; <\/p>\n

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This
\nwas the width and height of mortal hope:<\/p>\n

Yet
\nthere came glimpses of a deeper self<\/p>\n

That
\nlives behind life and makes her act its scene.<\/p>\n

A
\ntruth was felt that screened its shape from mind,<\/p>\n

A
\nGreatness working towards a hidden end,<\/p>\n

And
\nvaguely through the forms of earth there looked<\/p>\n

Something
\nthat life is not and yet must be.<\/p>\n

I
\ngroped for the Mystery with the lantern, Thought.<\/p>\n

Its
\nglimmerings lighted with the abstract word<\/p>\n

A
\nhalf-visible ground and travelling<\/span>
\nyard by yard<\/p>\n

It
\nmapped a system of the Self and God.<\/p>\n

I
\ncould not live the truth it spoke and thought.<\/p>\n

I
\nturned to seize its form in visible things,<\/p>\n

Hoping
\nto fix its rule by mortal mind,<\/p>\n

Imposed
\na narrow structure of world-law<\/p>\n

Upon
\nthe freedom of the Infinite,<\/p>\n

A
\nhard firm skeleton of outward Truth,<\/p>\n

A
\nmental scheme of a mechanic Power.<\/p>\n

This
\nlight showed more the darknesses<\/span>
\n unsearched<\/span>;<\/p>\n

It
\nmade the original secrecy more occult.<\/p>\n

It
\ncould not analyse<\/span> its cosmic
\nveil<\/p>\n

Or
\nglimpse the Wonder-worker’s hidden hand<\/p>\n

And
\ntrace the pattern of his magic plans.<\/p>\n

I
\nplunged into an inner seeing Mind<\/p>\n

And
\nknew the secret laws and sorceries<\/p>\n

That
\nmake of Matter mind’s bewildered slave.<\/p>\n

The
\nmystery was not solved but deepened more.<\/p>\n

I
\nstrove to find its hints through Beauty and Art,<\/p>\n

But
\nForm cannot unveil the indwelling Power;<\/p>\n

Only
\nit throws its symbols at our hearts.<\/p>\n

It
\nevoked a mood of self, invoked a sign<\/p>\n

Of
\nall the brooding glory hidden in sense:<\/p>\n

I
\nlived in the ray but faced not to the Sun.<\/p>\n

I
\nlooked upon the world and missed the Self,<\/p>\n

And
\nwhen I found the Self, I lost the world,<\/p>\n

My
\nother selves I lost and the body of God, <\/p>\n

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The
\nlink of the finite with the Infinite,<\/p>\n

The
\nbridge between the appearance and the Truth,<\/p>\n

The
\nmystic aim for which the world was made,<\/p>\n

The
\nhuman sense of Immortality.<\/p>\n

But
\nnow the gold link comes to me with thy feet<\/p>\n

And
\nHis gold sun has shone on me from thy face.<\/p>\n

For
\nnow another realm draws near with thee<\/p>\n

And
\nnow diviner voices fill my ear,<\/p>\n

A
\nstrange new world swims to me in thy gaze<\/p>\n

Approaching
\nlike a star from unknown heavens;<\/p>\n

A
\ncry of spheres comes with thee and a song<\/p>\n

Of
\nflaming gods. I draw a wealthier breath<\/p>\n

And
\nin a fierier march of moments move.<\/p>\n

My
\nmind transfigures to a rapturous seer.<\/p>\n

A
\nfoam-leap travelling<\/span> from the
\nwaves of bliss<\/p>\n

Has
\nchanged my heart and changed the earth around:<\/p>\n

All
\nwith thy coming fills. Air, soil and stream<\/p>\n

Wear
\nbridal raiment to be fit for thee<\/p>\n

And
\nsunlight grows a shadow of thy hue<\/p>\n

Because
\nof change within me by thy look.<\/p>\n

Come
\nnearer to me from thy car of light<\/p>\n

On
\nthis green sward disdaining not our soil.<\/p>\n

For
\nhere are secret spaces made for thee<\/p>\n

Whose
\ncaves of emerald long to screen thy form.<\/p>\n

Wilt
\nthou not make this mortal bliss thy sphere?<\/p>\n

Descend,
\nO Happiness, with thy moon-gold feet,<\/p>\n

Enrich
\nearth’s floors upon whose sleep we lie.<\/p>\n

O my
\nbright beauty’s princess, Savitri,<\/p>\n

By
\nmy delight and thy own joy compelled<\/p>\n

Enter
\nmy life, thy chamber and thy shrine.<\/p>\n

In
\nthe great quietness where spirits meet,<\/p>\n

Led
\nby my hushed desire into my woods<\/p>\n

Let
\nthe dim rustling arches over thee lean;<\/p>\n

One
\nwith the breath of things eternal live,<\/p>\n

Thy
\nheartbeats near to mine, till there shall leap<\/p>\n

Enchanted
\nfrom the fragrance of the flowers <\/p>\n

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A
\nmoment which all murmurs shall recall<\/p>\n

And
\nevery bird remember in its cry.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Allured to
\nher lashes by his passionate words<\/p>\n

Her
\nfathomless soul looked at him from her eyes;<\/p>\n

Passing
\nher lips in liquid sounds it spoke.<\/p>\n

This
\nword alone she uttered and said all:<\/p>\n

\u201cO
\nSatyavan, I have heard thee and I know;<\/p>\n

I
\nknow that thou and only thou art he.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then
\ndown she came from her high carven car<\/p>\n

Descending
\nwith a soft and faltering haste;<\/p>\n

Her
\nmany-hued raiment glistening in the light<\/p>\n

Hovered
\na moment over the wind-stirred grass,<\/p>\n

Mixed
\nwith a glimmer of her body’s ray<\/p>\n

Like
\nlovely plumage of a settling bird.<\/p>\n

Her
\ngleaming feet upon the green gold sward<\/p>\n

Scattered
\na memory of wandering beams<\/p>\n

And
\nlightly pressed the unspoken desire of earth<\/p>\n

Cherished
\nin her too brief passing by the soil.<\/p>\n

Then
\nflitting like pale brilliant moths her hands<\/p>\n

Took
\nfrom the sylvan verge’s sunlit arms<\/p>\n

A
\nload of their jewel faces’ clustering swarms,<\/p>\n

Companions
\nof the spring-time and the breeze.<\/p>\n

A
\ncandid garland set with simple forms<\/p>\n

Her
\nrapid fingers taught a flower song,<\/p>\n

The stanzaed<\/span> movement of a
\nmarriage hymn.<\/p>\n

Profound
\nin perfume and immersed in hue<\/p>\n

They
\nmixed their yearning’s coloured<\/span>
\nsigns and made<\/p>\n

The
\nbloom of their purity and passion one.<\/p>\n

A
\nsacrament of joy in treasuring palms<\/p>\n

She
\nbrought, flower-symbol of her offered life,<\/p>\n

Then
\nwith raised hands that trembled a little now<\/p>\n

At
\nthe very closeness that her soul desired,<\/p>\n

This
\nbond of sweetness, their bright union’s sign,<\/p>\n

She
\nlaid on the bosom coveted by her love.<\/p>\n

As
\nif inclined before some gracious god <\/p>\n

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Who
\nhas out of his mist of greatness shone<\/p>\n

To
\nfill with beauty his adorer’s hours,<\/p>\n

She
\nbowed and touched his feet with worshipping hands;<\/p>\n

She
\nmade her life his world for him to tread<\/p>\n

And
\nmade her body the room of his delight,<\/p>\n

Her
\nbeating heart a remembrancer<\/span>
\nof bliss.<\/p>\n

He
\nbent to her and took into his own<\/p>\n

Their
\nmarried yearning joined like folded hopes;<\/p>\n

As
\nif a whole rich world suddenly possessed,<\/p>\n

Wedded
\nto all he had been, became himself,<\/p>\n

An
\ninexhaustible joy made his alone,<\/p>\n

He
\ngathered all Savitri into his clasp.<\/p>\n

Around
\nher his embrace became the sign<\/p>\n

Of a
\nlocked closeness through slow intimate years,<\/p>\n

A
\nfirst sweet summary of delight to come,<\/p>\n

One
\nbrevity intense of all long life.<\/p>\n

In a
\nwide moment of two souls that meet<\/p>\n

She
\nfelt her being flow into him as in waves<\/p>\n

A
\nriver pours into a mighty sea.<\/p>\n

As
\nwhen a soul is merging into God<\/p>\n

To
\nlive in Him for ever and know His joy,<\/p>\n

Her
\nconsciousness was a wave of him alone<\/p>\n

And
\nall her separate self was lost in his.<\/p>\n

As a
\nstarry heaven encircles happy earth,<\/p>\n

He
\nshut her into himself in a circle of bliss<\/p>\n

And
\nshut the world into himself and her.<\/p>\n

A
\nboundless isolation made them one;<\/p>\n

He
\nwas aware of her enveloping him<\/p>\n

And
\nlet her penetrate his very soul,<\/p>\n

As
\nis a world by the world’s spirit filled,<\/p>\n

As
\nthe mortal wakes into Eternity,<\/p>\n

As
\nthe finite opens to the Infinite.<\/p>\n

Thus
\nwere they in each other lost awhile,<\/p>\n

Then
\ndrawing back from their long ecstasy’s trance<\/p>\n

Came
\ninto a new self and a new world.<\/p>\n

Each
\nnow was a part of the other’s unity. <\/p>\n

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The
\nworld was but their twin self-finding’s scene<\/p>\n

Or
\ntheir own wedded being’s vaster frame.<\/p>\n

On
\nthe high glowing cupola of the day<\/p>\n

Fate
\ntied a knot with morning’s halo threads<\/p>\n

While
\nby the ministry of an auspice-hour<\/p>\n

Heart-bound
\nbefore the sun, their marriage fire,<\/p>\n

The
\nwedding of the eternal Lord and Spouse<\/p>\n

Took
\nplace again on earth in human forms:<\/p>\n

In a
\nnew act of the drama of the world<\/p>\n

The
\nunited Two began a greater age.<\/p>\n

In
\nthe silence and murmur of that emerald world<\/p>\n

And
\nthe mutter of the priest-wind’s sacred verse,<\/p>\n

Amid
\nthe choral whisperings of the leaves<\/p>\n

Love’s
\ntwain had joined together and grew one.<\/p>\n

The
\nnatural miracle was wrought once more:<\/p>\n

In
\nthe immutable ideal world<\/p>\n

One
\nhuman moment was eternal made.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then down
\nthe narrow path where their lives had met<\/p>\n

He
\nled and showed to her her<\/span>
\nfuture world,<\/p>\n

Love’s
\nrefuge and corner of happy solitude.<\/p>\n

At
\nthe path’s end through a green cleft in the trees<\/p>\n

She
\nsaw a clustering line of hermit-roofs<\/p>\n

And
\nlooked now first on her heart’s future home,<\/p>\n

The
\nthatch that covered the life of Satyavan.<\/p>\n

Adorned
\nwith creepers and red climbing flowers<\/p>\n

It
\nseemed a sylvan beauty in her dreams<\/p>\n

Slumbering
\nwith brown body and tumbled hair<\/p>\n

In
\nher chamber inviolate of emerald peace.<\/p>\n

Around
\nit stretched the forest’s anchorite mood<\/p>\n

Lost
\nin the depths of its own solitude.<\/p>\n

Then
\nmoved by the deep joy she could not speak,<\/p>\n

A
\nlittle depth of it quivering in her words,<\/p>\n

Her
\nhappy voice cried out to Satyavan:<\/p>\n

\u201cMy
\nheart will stay here on this forest verge<\/p>\n

And
\nclose to this thatched roof while I am far: <\/p>\n

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Now
\nof more wandering it has no need.<\/p>\n

But
\nI must haste back to my father’s house<\/p>\n

Which
\nsoon will lose one loved accustomed tread<\/p>\n

And
\nlisten in vain for a once cherished voice.<\/p>\n

For
\nsoon I shall return nor ever again<\/p>\n

Oneness
\nmust sever its recovered bliss<\/p>\n

Or
\nfate sunder our lives while life is ours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once
\nmore she mounted on the carven car<\/p>\n

And
\nunder the ardour<\/span> of a fiery
\nnoon<\/p>\n

Less
\nbright than the splendour<\/span> of
\nher thoughts and dreams<\/p>\n

She
\nsped swift-reined, swift-hearted but still saw<\/p>\n

In
\nstill lucidities of sight’s inner world<\/p>\n

Through
\nthe cool scented wood’s luxurious gloom<\/p>\n

On
\nshadowy paths between great rugged trunks<\/p>\n

Pace
\ntowards a tranquil clearing Satyavan.<\/p>\n

A
\nnave of trees enshrined the hermit thatch,<\/p>\n

The
\nnew deep covert of her felicity,<\/p>\n

Preferred
\nto heaven her soul’s temple and home.<\/p>\n

This
\nnow remained with her, her heart’s constant scene.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

End of Canto
\nThree<\/p>\n

End of Book Five <\/p>\n

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