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Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>  Book IV<\/a>  Book V<\/a> Book VI<\/a>    Book VII<\/a>  Book VIII<\/a>    Book IX<\/a>    Book X<\/a>    Book XI<\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Book Eight. The Book of Death<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Music<\/th>Book Eight. Canto Three:Death in the Forest<\/th><\/tr>
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012   Then silently she rose and, service done,
013   Bowed down to the great goddess simply carved
014   By Satyavan upon a forest stone.
015   What prayer she breathed her soul and Durga knew.
016   Perhaps she felt in the dim forest huge
017   The infinite Mother watching over her child,
018   Perhaps the shrouded Voice spoke some still word.<\/td><\/tr>
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019   At last she came to the pale mother queen.
020   She spoke but with guarded lips and tranquil face
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027   And forced upon her speech an outward peace.
028   “One year that I have lived with Satyavan
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032   I have not gone into the silences
033   Of this great woodland that enringed my thoughts
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036   Now has a strong desire seized all my heart
037   To go with Satyavan holding his hand
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043   Release me now and let my heart have rest.”
044   She answered: “Do as thy wise mind desires,
045   O calm child-sovereign with the eyes that rule.<\/td><\/tr>
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051   Then the doomed husband and the woman who knew
052   Went with linked hands into that solemn world
053   Where beauty and grandeur and unspoken dream,
054   Where Nature’s mystic silence could be felt
055   Communing with the secrecy of God.<\/td><\/tr>
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083   But Satyavan had paused. He meant to finish
084   His labour here that happy, linked, uncaring
085   They two might wander free in the green deep
086   Primaeval mystery of the forest’s heart.
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092   Wordless but near she watched, no turn to lose
093   Of the bright face and body which she loved.
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098   But Satyavan wielded a joyous axe.
099   He sang high snatches of a sage’s chant<\/td><\/tr>
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105   But as he worked, his doom upon him came.
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114   . . . <\/span>Now the great woodsman
115   Hewed at him and his labour ceased: lifting
116   His arm he flung away the poignant axe
117   Far from him like an instrument of pain.
118   She came to him in silent anguish and clasped,
119   And he cried to her, “Savitri, a pang
120   Cleaves through my head and breast as if the axe
121   Were piercing it and not the living branch.<\/td><\/tr>
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127   Then Savitri sat under branches wide,
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131   She guarded him in her bosom and strove to soothe
132   His anguished brow and body with her hands.
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144   He cried out in a clinging last despair,
145   “Savitri, Savitri, O Savitri,
146   Lean down, my soul, and kiss me while I die.”<\/td><\/tr>
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147   And even as her pallid lips pressed his,
148   His failed, losing last sweetness of response;
149   His cheek pressed down her golden arm. She sought
150   His mouth still with her living mouth, as if
151   She could persuade his soul back with her kiss;
152   Then grew aware they were no more alone.
153   Something had come there conscious, vast and dire.
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176   She knew that visible Death was standing there
177   And Satyavan had passed from her embrace.<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n