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PART TWO<\/span><\/p>\n

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(<\/font>Book IV to XII)<\/font><\/p>\n

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Book Four<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nThe Book of Birth and Quest<\/b><\/p>\n

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

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\n The Birth and
\nChildhood of the Flame<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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A maenad of the cycles of desire<\/span><\/p>\n

Around a Light she must not dare to touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hastening towards a far-off unknown goal<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth followed the endless journey of the Sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

A mind but half-awake in the swing of the void<\/span><\/p>\n

On the bosom of Inconscience dreamed out life<\/span><\/p>\n

And bore this finite world of thought and deed<\/span><\/p>\n

Across the immobile trance of the Infinite.<\/span><\/p>\n

A vast immutable silence with her ran:<\/span><\/p>\n

Prisoner of speed upon a jewelled wheel,<\/span><\/p>\n

She communed with the mystic heart in Space.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amid the ambiguous stillness of the stars<\/span><\/p>\n

She moved towards some undisclosed event<\/span><\/p>\n

And her rhythm measured the long whirl of Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

In ceaseless motion round the purple rim<\/span><\/p>\n

Day after day sped by like coloured spokes,<\/span><\/p>\n

And through a glamour of shifting hues of air<\/span><\/p>\n

The seasons drew in linked significant dance<\/span><\/p>\n

The symbol pageant of the changing year.<\/span><\/p>\n

Across the burning langour of the soil<\/span><\/p>\n

Paced Summer with his pomp of violent noons<\/span><\/p>\n

And stamped his tyranny of torrid light<\/span><\/p>\n

And the blue seal of a great burnished sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

Next through its fiery swoon or clotted knot<\/span><\/p>\n

Rain-tide burst in upon torn wings of heat,<\/span><\/p>\n

Startled with lightnings air’s unquiet drowse,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lashed with life-giving streams the torpid soil,<\/span><\/p>\n

Overcast with flare and sound and storm-winged dark<\/span><\/p>\n

The star-defended doors of heaven’s dim sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or from the gold eye of her paramour<\/span><\/p>\n

Covered with packed cloud-veils the earth’s brown
\nface. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Armies of revolution crossed the time-field,<\/span><\/p>\n

The clouds’ unending march besieged the world,<\/span><\/p>\n

Tempests’ pronunciamentos claimed the sky<\/span><\/p>\n

And thunder drums announced the embattled gods.<\/span><\/p>\n

A traveller from unquiet neighbouring seas<\/span><\/p>\n

The dense-maned monsoon rode neighing through earth’s
\nhours:<\/span><\/p>\n

Thick now the emissary javelins:<\/span><\/p>\n

Enormous lightnings split the horizon’s rim<\/span><\/p>\n

And, hurled from the quarters as from contending camps,<\/span><\/p>\n

Married heaven’s edges steep and bare and blind:<\/span><\/p>\n

A surge and hiss and onset of huge rain,<\/span><\/p>\n

The long straight sleet-drift, clamours of winged
\nstorm-charge,<\/span><\/p>\n

Throngs of wind-faces, rushing of wind-feet<\/span><\/p>\n

Hurrying swept through the prone afflicted plains:<\/span><\/p>\n

Heaven’s waters trailed and dribbled through the drowned
\nland.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then all was a swift stride, a sibilant race,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or all was tempest’s shout and water’s fall.<\/span><\/p>\n

A dimness sagged on the grey floor of day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Its dingy sprawling length joined morn to eve,<\/span><\/p>\n

Wallowing in sludge and shower it reached black dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

Day a half darkness wore as its dull dress.<\/span><\/p>\n

Light looked into dawn’s tarnished glass and met<\/span><\/p>\n

Its own face there, twin to a half-lit night’s:<\/span><\/p>\n

Downpour and drip and seeping mist swayed all<\/span><\/p>\n

And turned dry soil to bog and reeking mud:<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth was a quagmire, heaven a dismal block.<\/span><\/p>\n

None saw through dank drenched weeks the dungeon sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even when no turmoil vexed air’s sombre rest,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or a faint ray glimmered through weeping clouds<\/span><\/p>\n

As a sad smile gleams veiled by returning tears,<\/span><\/p>\n

All promised brightness failed at once denied<\/span><\/p>\n

Or, soon condemned, died like a brief-lived hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then a last massive deluge thrashed dead mire<\/span><\/p>\n

And a subsiding mutter left all still,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or only the muddy creep of sinking floods<\/span><\/p>\n

Or only a whisper and green toss of trees. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Earth’s mood now changed; she lay in lulled repose,<\/span><\/p>\n

The hours went by with slow contented tread:<\/span><\/p>\n

A wide and tranquil air remembered peace,<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth was the comrade of a happy sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

A calmness neared as of the approach of God,<\/span><\/p>\n

A light of musing trance lit soil and sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

And an identity and ecstasy<\/span><\/p>\n

Filled meditation’s solitary heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

A dream loitered in the dumb mind of Space,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time opened its chambers of felicity,<\/span><\/p>\n

An exaltation entered and a hope:<\/span><\/p>\n

An inmost self looked up to a heavenlier height,<\/span><\/p>\n

An inmost thought kindled a hidden flame<\/span><\/p>\n

And the inner sight adored an unseen sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

Three thoughtful seasons passed with shining tread<\/span><\/p>\n

And scanning one by one the pregnant hours<\/span><\/p>\n

Watched for a flame that lurked in luminous depths,<\/span><\/p>\n

The vigil of some mighty birth to come.<\/span><\/p>\n

Autumn led in the glory of her moons<\/span><\/p>\n

And dreamed in the splendour of her lotus pools<\/span><\/p>\n

And Winter and Dew-time laid their calm cool hands<\/span><\/p>\n

On Nature’s bosom still in a half sleep<\/span><\/p>\n

And deepened with hues of lax and mellow ease<\/span><\/p>\n

The tranquil beauty of the waning year.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then Spring, an ardent lover, leaped through leaves<\/span><\/p>\n

And caught the earth-bride in his eager clasp;<\/span><\/p>\n

His advent was a fire of irised hues,<\/span><\/p>\n

His arms were a circle of the arrival of joy.<\/span><\/p>\n

His voice was a call to the Transcendent’s sphere<\/span><\/p>\n

Whose secret touch upon our mortal lives<\/span><\/p>\n

Keeps ever new the thrill that made the world,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remoulds an ancient sweetness to new shapes<\/span><\/p>\n

And guards intact unchanged by death and Time<\/span><\/p>\n

The answer of our hearts to Nature’s charm<\/span><\/p>\n

And keeps for ever new, yet still the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

The throb that ever wakes to the old delight <\/span><\/p>\n

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And beauty and rapture and the joy to live.<\/span><\/p>\n

His coming brought the magic and the spell,<\/span><\/p>\n

At his touch life’s tired heart grew glad and young;<\/span><\/p>\n

He made joy a willing prisoner in her breast.<\/span><\/p>\n

His grasp was a young god’s upon earth’s limbs:<\/span><\/p>\n

Changed by the passion of his divine outbreak<\/span><\/p>\n

He made her body beautiful with his kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

Impatient for felicity he came,<\/span><\/p>\n

High-fluting with the co\u00efl’s happy voice,<\/span><\/p>\n

His peacock turban trailing on the trees;<\/span><\/p>\n

His breath was a warm summons to delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

The dense voluptuous azure was his gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

A soft celestial urge surprised the blood<\/span><\/p>\n

Rich with the instinct of God’s sensuous joys;<\/span><\/p>\n

Revealed in beauty, a cadence was abroad<\/span><\/p>\n

Insistent on the rapture-thrill in life:<\/span><\/p>\n

Immortal movements touched the fleeting hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

A godlike packed intensity of sense<\/span><\/p>\n

Made it a passionate pleasure even to breathe;<\/span><\/p>\n

All sights and voices wove a single charm.<\/span><\/p>\n

The life of the enchanted globe became<\/span><\/p>\n

A storm of sweetness and of light and song,<\/span><\/p>\n

A revel of colour and of ecstasy,<\/span><\/p>\n

A hymn of rays, a litany of cries:<\/span><\/p>\n

A strain of choral priestly music sang<\/span><\/p>\n

And, swung on the swaying censer of the trees,<\/span><\/p>\n

A sacrifice of perfume filled the hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

Asocas burned in crimson spots of flame,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pure like the breath of an unstained desire<\/span><\/p>\n

White jasmines haunted the enamoured air,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pale mango-blossoms fed the liquid voice<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the love-maddened co\u00efl, and the brown bee<\/span><\/p>\n

Muttered in fragrance mid the honey-buds.<\/span><\/p>\n

The sunlight was a great god’s golden smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

All Nature was at beauty’s festival. <\/span><\/p>\n

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In this high signal moment of the gods<\/span><\/p>\n

Answering earth’s yearning and her cry for bliss<\/span><\/p>\n

A greatness from our other countries came.<\/span><\/p>\n

A silence in the noise of earthly things<\/span><\/p>\n

Immutably revealed the secret Word,<\/span><\/p>\n

A mightier influx filled the oblivious clay:<\/span><\/p>\n

A lamp was lit, a sacred image made.<\/span><\/p>\n

A mediating ray has touched the earth<\/span><\/p>\n

Bridging the gulf between man’s mind and God’s;<\/span><\/p>\n

Translating heaven into a human shape<\/span><\/p>\n

Its brightness linked our transience to the Unknown.<\/span><\/p>\n

A spirit of its celestial source aware<\/span><\/p>\n

Descended into earth’s imperfect mould<\/span><\/p>\n

And wept not fallen to mortality,<\/span><\/p>\n

But looked on all with large and tranquil eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

One had returned from the transcendent planes<\/span><\/p>\n

And bore anew the load of mortal breath,<\/span><\/p>\n

Who had striven of old with our darkness and our pain;<\/span><\/p>\n

She took again her divine unfinished task:<\/span><\/p>\n

Survivor of death and the aeonic years,<\/span><\/p>\n

Once more with her fathomless heart she fronted Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Again there was renewed, again revealed<\/span><\/p>\n

The ancient closeness by earth-vision veiled,<\/span><\/p>\n

The secret contact broken off in Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

A consanguinity of earth and heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

Between the human portion toiling here<\/span><\/p>\n

And an as yet unborn and limitless Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

Again the mystic deep attempt began,<\/span><\/p>\n

The daring wager of the cosmic game.<\/span><\/p>\n

For since upon this blind and whirling globe<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth-plasm first quivered with the illumining mind<\/span><\/p>\n

And life invaded the material sheath<\/span><\/p>\n

Afflicting Inconscience with the need to feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

Since in Infinity’s silence woke a word,<\/span><\/p>\n

A Mother wisdom works in Nature’s breast<\/span><\/p>\n

To pour delight on the heart of toil and want <\/span><\/p>\n

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And press perfection on life’s stumbling powers,<\/span><\/p>\n

Impose heaven-sentience on the obscure abyss<\/span><\/p>\n

And make dumb Matter conscious of its God.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although our fallen minds forget to climb,<\/span><\/p>\n

Although our human stuff resists or breaks,<\/span><\/p>\n

She keeps her will that hopes to divinise clay;<\/span><\/p>\n

Failure cannot repress, defeat o’erthrow;<\/span><\/p>\n

Time cannot weary her nor the Void subdue,<\/span><\/p>\n

The ages have not made her passion less;<\/span><\/p>\n

No victory she admits of Death or Fate.<\/span><\/p>\n

Always she drives the souls to new attempt;<\/span><\/p>\n

Always her magical infinitude<\/span><\/p>\n

Forces to aspire the inert brute elements;<\/span><\/p>\n

As one who has all infinity to waste,<\/span><\/p>\n

She scatters the seed of the Eternal’s strength<\/span><\/p>\n

On a half-animate and crumbling mould,<\/span><\/p>\n

Plants heaven’s delight in the heart’s passionate mire,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pours godhead’s seekings into a bare beast frame,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hides immortality in a mask of death.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once more that Will put on an earthly shape.<\/span><\/p>\n

A Mind empowered from Truth’s immutable seat<\/span><\/p>\n

Was framed for vision and interpreting act<\/span><\/p>\n

And instruments were sovereignly designed<\/span><\/p>\n

To express divinity in terrestrial signs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Outlined by the pressure of this new descent<\/span><\/p>\n

A lovelier body formed than earth had known.<\/span><\/p>\n

As yet a prophecy only and a hint,<\/span><\/p>\n

The glowing arc of a charmed unseen whole,<\/span><\/p>\n

It came into the sky of mortal life<\/span><\/p>\n

Bright like the crescent horn of a gold moon<\/span><\/p>\n

Returning in a faint illumined eve.<\/span><\/p>\n

At first glimmering like an unshaped idea<\/span><\/p>\n

Passive she lay sheltered in wordless sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

Involved and drowned in Matter’s giant trance,<\/span><\/p>\n

An infant heart of the deep-caved world-plan<\/span><\/p>\n

In cradle of divine inconscience rocked <\/span><\/p>\n

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By the universal ecstasy of the suns.<\/span><\/p>\n

Some missioned Power in the half-wakened frame<\/span><\/p>\n

Nursed a transcendent birth’s dumb glorious seed<\/span><\/p>\n

For which this vivid tenement was made.<\/span><\/p>\n

But soon the link of soul with form grew sure;<\/span><\/p>\n

Flooded was the dim cave with slow conscient light,<\/span><\/p>\n

The seed grew into a delicate marvellous bud,<\/span><\/p>\n

The bud disclosed a great and heavenly bloom.<\/span><\/p>\n

At once she seemed to found a mightier race.<\/span><\/p>\n

Arrived upon the strange and dubious globe<\/span><\/p>\n

The child remembering inly a far home<\/span><\/p>\n

Lived guarded in her spirit’s luminous cell,<\/span><\/p>\n

Alone mid men in her diviner kind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even in her childish movements could be felt<\/span><\/p>\n

The nearness of a light still kept from earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Feelings that only eternity could share,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thoughts natural and native to the gods.<\/span><\/p>\n

As needing nothing but its own rapt flight<\/span><\/p>\n

Her nature dwelt in a strong separate air<\/span><\/p>\n

Like a strange bird with large rich-colored breast<\/span><\/p>\n

That sojourns on a secret fruited bough<\/span><\/p>\n

Lost in the emerald glory of the woods<\/span><\/p>\n

Or flies above divine unreachable tops.<\/span><\/p>\n

Harmoniously she impressed the earth with heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

Aligned to a swift rhythm of sheer delight<\/span><\/p>\n

And singing to themselves her days went by;<\/span><\/p>\n

Each minute was a throb of beauty’s heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

The hours were tuned to a sweet-toned content<\/span><\/p>\n

Which asked for nothing, but took all life gave<\/span><\/p>\n

Sovereignly as her nature’s inborn right.<\/span><\/p>\n

Near was her spirit to its parent Sun,<\/span><\/p>\n

The Breath within to the eternal joy.<\/span><\/p>\n

The first fair life that breaks from Nature’s swoon,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mounts in a line of rapture to the skies;<\/span><\/p>\n

Absorbed in its own happy urge it lives,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sufficient to itself, yet turned to all. <\/span><\/p>\n

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It has no seen communion with its world,<\/span><\/p>\n

No open converse with surrounding things.<\/span><\/p>\n

There is a oneness native and occult<\/span><\/p>\n

That needs no instruments and erects no form;<\/span><\/p>\n

In unison it grows with all that is,<\/span><\/p>\n

All contacts it assumes into its trance,<\/span><\/p>\n

Laugh-tossed consents to the wind’s kiss and takes<\/span><\/p>\n

Transmutingly the shocks of sun and breeze:<\/span><\/p>\n

A blissful yearning riots in its leaves,<\/span><\/p>\n

A magic passion trembles in its blooms,<\/span><\/p>\n

Its boughs aspire in hushed felicity.<\/span><\/p>\n

An occult godhead of this beauty is cause,<\/span><\/p>\n

The spirit and intimate guest of all this charm,<\/span><\/p>\n

This sweetness’s priestess and this reverie’s muse.<\/span><\/p>\n

Invisibly protected from our sense<\/span><\/p>\n

The Dryad lives drenched in a deeper ray<\/span><\/p>\n

And feels another air of storms and calms<\/span><\/p>\n

And quivers inwardly with mystic rain.<\/span><\/p>\n

This at a heavenlier height was shown in her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even when she bent to meet earth’s intimacies<\/span><\/p>\n

Her spirit kept the stature of the gods;<\/span><\/p>\n

It stooped but was not lost in Matter’s reign.<\/span><\/p>\n

A world translated was her gleaming mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

And marvel-mooned bright crowding fantasies<\/span><\/p>\n

Fed with spiritual sustenance of dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

The ideal goddess in her house of gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

Aware of forms to which our eyes are closed,<\/span><\/p>\n

Conscious of nearnesses we cannot feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

The Power within her shaped her moulding sense<\/span><\/p>\n

In deeper figures than our surface types.<\/span><\/p>\n

An invisible sunlight ran within her veins<\/span><\/p>\n

And flooded her brain with heavenly brilliancies<\/span><\/p>\n

That woke a wider sight than earth could know.<\/span><\/p>\n

Outlined in the sincerity of that ray<\/span><\/p>\n

Her springing childlike thoughts were richly turned<\/span><\/p>\n

Into luminous patterns of her soul’s deep truth, <\/span><\/p>\n

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And from her eyes she cast another look<\/span><\/p>\n

On all around her than man’s ignorant view.<\/span><\/p>\n

All objects were to her shapes of living selves<\/span><\/p>\n

And she perceived a message from her kin<\/span><\/p>\n

In each awakening touch of outward things.<\/span><\/p>\n

Each was a symbol power, a vivid flash<\/span><\/p>\n

In the circuit of infinities half-known;<\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing was alien or inanimate,<\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing without its meaning or its call.<\/span><\/p>\n

For with a greater Nature she was one.<\/span><\/p>\n

As from the soil sprang glory of branch and flower,<\/span><\/p>\n

As from the animal’s life rose thinking man,<\/span><\/p>\n

A new epiphany appeared in her.<\/span><\/p>\n

A mind of light, a life of rhythmic force,<\/span><\/p>\n

A body instinct with hidden divinity<\/span><\/p>\n

Prepared an image of the coming god;<\/span><\/p>\n

And when the slow rhyme of the expanding years<\/span><\/p>\n

And the rich murmurous swarm-work of the days<\/span><\/p>\n

Had honey-packed her sense and filled her limbs,<\/span><\/p>\n

Accomplishing the moon-orb of her grace,<\/span><\/p>\n

Self-guarded in the silence of her strength<\/span><\/p>\n

Her solitary greatness was not less.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nearer the godhead to the surface pressed,<\/span><\/p>\n

A sun replacing childhood’s nebula<\/span><\/p>\n

Sovereign in a blue and lonely sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

Upward it rose to grasp the human scene:<\/span><\/p>\n

The strong Inhabitant turned to watch her field,<\/span><\/p>\n

A lovelier light assumed her spirit brow<\/span><\/p>\n

And sweet and solemn grew her musing gaze;<\/span><\/p>\n

Celestial-human deep warm slumbrous fires<\/span><\/p>\n

Woke in the long fringed glory of her eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Like altar-burnings in a mysteried shrine.<\/span><\/p>\n

Out of those crystal windows gleamed a will<\/span><\/p>\n

That brought a large significance to life.<\/span><\/p>\n

Holding her forehead’s candid stainless space<\/span><\/p>\n

Behind the student arch a noble power <\/span><\/p>\n

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Of wisdom looked from light on transient things.<\/span><\/p>\n

A scout of victory in a vigil tower,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her aspiration called high destiny down;<\/span><\/p>\n

A silent warrior paced in her city of strength<\/span><\/p>\n

Inviolate, guarding Truth’s diamond throne.<\/span><\/p>\n

A nectarous haloed moon her passionate heart<\/span><\/p>\n

Loved all and spoke no word and made no sign,<\/span><\/p>\n

But kept her bosom’s rapturous secrecy<\/span><\/p>\n

A blissful ardent moved and voiceless world.<\/span><\/p>\n

Proud, swift and joyful ran the wave of life<\/span><\/p>\n

Within her like a stream in Paradise.<\/span><\/p>\n

Many high gods dwelt in one beautiful home;<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet was her nature’s orb a perfect whole,<\/span><\/p>\n

Harmonious like a chant with many tones,<\/span><\/p>\n

Immense and various like a universe.<\/span><\/p>\n

The body that held this greatness seemed almost<\/span><\/p>\n

An image made of heaven’s transparent light.<\/span><\/p>\n

Its charm recalled things seen in vision’s hours,<\/span><\/p>\n

A golden bridge spanning a faery flood,<\/span><\/p>\n

A moon-touched palm tree single by a lake<\/span><\/p>\n

Companion of the wide and glimmering peace,<\/span><\/p>\n

A murmur as of leaves in Paradise<\/span><\/p>\n

Moving when feet of the Immortals pass,<\/span><\/p>\n

A fiery halo over sleeping hills,<\/span><\/p>\n

A strange and starry head alone in Night.<\/span><\/p>\n

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