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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
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Book Twelve. Epilogue<\/p>\n

\nThe Return to Earth<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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\nBook Twelve:
\nEpilogue<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nReturn to Earth<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary
\n
Savitri’s spirit awakes front the deep trance. She finds herself
\non the calm breast of the earth-mother with green branches above
\nguarding her sleep. Evening is near.She holds the living body of
\nSatyavan close to herself, bearing his head on her bosom.The
\nremoteness of the trance has passed and Savitri is once more human.
\nAnd yet she feels an illimitable change. A new Power, a new Bliss, a
\nnew Light are in her.She leans over Satyavan and touches his closed
\neyelids whereupon he awakes to find her eyes gazing into his. Vaguely
\nhe recollects some wonderful experience, and with his arms encircling
\nher, asks her from where she has brought him back, captive of her
\nlove, to this sunny earth. He continues:"Surely I have travelled
\nin strange worlds along with thee, pursued by a spirit. We have
\ntogether scorned the gates of night. Where has that formidable Shape,
\nclaiming the world for Death, gone? Was it all a dream or was it some
\nspiritual vision?"Savitri answers: "Our parting was a
\ndream. That we are together, that we are alive, is a fact. Our souls
\nhave left Death’s night behind; we have stood at the Godhead’s
\ngates."Satyavan looks at her silently and is filled with wonder.
\nWith a new flame of worship in his eyes he asks her what high change
\nhas come over her. "Even before thou went a goddess, but still
\nthy sweet human parts made thee dearer. Now thou seemest too high and
\ngreat for mortal worship."Savitri: "All now is changed and
\nyet all is the same. We have looked upon the face of God, we have
\nborne identity with the Supreme. Our love has grown greater by that
\ntouch, but nothing is lost of mortal love’s delight. I am Savitri.
\nAll that I was to thee before that I am still to thee. Now grief is
\ndead, serene bliss alone remains. Let us give joy to all in this
\nwonderful world. We are born to lead man’s soul towards Truth and
\nGod."The dusk gathers. Suddenly from all sides there is a medley
\nof human sounds. Many voices and footsteps are heard approaching. A
\ngreat resplendent company arrives headed by Dyumathsena, no longer
\nblind, no longer weak-limbed, but walking with a royal gait. By his
\nside is the queen. They are looking about them anxiously. The queen
\nis the first to espy the forms of her children Satyavan and Savitri.
\nThey hurry towards them and Dyumathsena tenderly chides Satyavan
\ntelling him how though the gods have smiled on him by giving him back
\nhis kingdom and his sight, he has no use for them without his child
\nwho is his life. He tells Savitri that it was unlike her not to have
\nled back Satyavan to his parents earlier.Satyavan smilingly asks him
\nto lay all the blame on Savitri as he is her captive. He then hints
\nhow he has wandered through far-off eternities and is now back on
\nthis little hillock called earth only because of her.AU eyes turn to
\nSavitri who blushes deeply and lowers her eyes. All wonder at her
\nluminous glow.One who seems to be a priest and sage asks her:"What
\nlight, what power revealed by thee has opened a happier age for
\nus?"Savitri looks at them with a deep motherly love and
\nreplies:"To feel love and oneness is to live; this is the magic
\nof our golden change. This is all the truth I know or seek. O
\nsage."They wonder at her and her luminous words. Then all turn
\nwestwards towards home as the night gathers. Soon with the moon
\ndreaming in heaven in silver peace, assumes her lull reign. She
\nbroods on a thought guarded by her mystic folds of light and nurses
\nin her bosom a greater Dawn.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri Awakes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of abysmal
\ntrance her spirit woke.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLain on the
\nearth-mother\u2019s calm inconscient breast
She saw the green-clad
\nbranches lean above
Guarding her sleep with their enchanted life,
\n
And overhead a blue-winged ecstasy
Fluttered from bough to
\nbough with high-pitched call.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s spirit
\nawakes from its profound trance. She finds herself lying on the calm
\ninconscient bosom of the earth-mother. Green-leaved branches lean
\ndown on her guarding her sleep with their wonder-life. Above, the
\nblue-winged birds in ecstasy flutter from bough to bough with their
\nshrill notes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Day Sets <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto the magic
\nsecrecy of the woods
Peering through an emerald lattice-window of
\nleaves,
In indolent skies reclined, the thinning day
Turned
\nto its slow fall into evening\u2019s peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPeering through the
\ngreen intricacies of leaves, the day is reclining in the indolent
\nskies: slowly it sets into the evening’s peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Blissful Burden <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe pressed the
\nliving body of Satyavan:
On her body\u2019s wordless joy to be and
\nbreathe
She bore the blissful burden of his head
Between her
\nbreasts\u2019 warm labour of delight,
The waking gladness of her
\nmembers felt
The weight of heaven in his limbs, a touch
Summing
\nthe whole felicity of things,
And all her life was conscious of
\nhis life
And all her being rejoiced enfolding his.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri presses the
\nliving body of Satyavan to herself. A silent joy of living and
\nbreathing courses through her body. She bears the blissful burden of
\nSatyaran’s head between her loving breasts. Her members with
\nconscious felicity feel the happy weight of his limbs, feel in their
\ntouch the whole delight of things. All her life is conscious of his
\nlife, one with it. All her being rejoices enveloping his.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Illimitable
\nChange in Savitri <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe immense
\nremoteness of her trance had passed;
Human she was once more,
\nearth\u2019s Savitri,
Yet felt in her illimitable change.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA power dwelt in her
\nsoul too great for earth,
A bliss lived in her heart too large
\nfor heaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe vast remoteness
\nof her trance passes. She is once more human, Savitri of the earth.
\nAnd yet she is aware of a boundless change in herself. In her soul
\nnow dwells a power that is too great for earth; in her heart there is
\nnow a bliss that is too large even for heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her Divine
\nPassivity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLight too intense
\nfor thought and love too boundless
For earth\u2019s emotions lit her
\nskies of mind
And spread through her deep and happy seas of soul.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that is sacred
\nin the world drew near
To her divine passivity of mood.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA light that is too
\nintense for thought to bear, a love too boundless for earth’s
\nemotions to hold light up the skies of her mind and spread through
\nthe deep and happy seas of her soul. Her mood is divinely passive and
\nall that is sacred in the world draws near to her,<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Whole World
\nClings to Her <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA marvellous voice
\nof silence breathed its thoughts.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll things in time
\nand space she had taken for hers;
In her they moved, by her they
\nlived and were,
The whole wide world clung to her for delight,
\n
Created for her rapt embrace of love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA wonderful voice of
\nsilence casts its thoughts around. Savitri takes as her own all
\nthings that are in Time and Space. They move in her, they live and
\nexist by her. The whole world clings to her for delight as though
\ncreated for the rapt embrace of her love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beyond Space and
\nTime <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow in her spaceless
\nself released from bounds
Unnumbered years seemed moments long
\ndrawn out,
The brilliant time-flakes of eternity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOutwingings of a
\nbird from its bright home,
Her earthly morns were radiant flights
\nof joy. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow in her self
\nwhich has outgrown Space countless years look like stretched moments,
\nbrilliant lime-bits of eternity. Her earthly morns are radiant
\nflights of joy like the outflights of a bird from its bright home.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Past, Present,
\nFuture <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBoundless she was, a
\nform of infinity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbsorbed no longer
\nby the moment\u2019s beat
Her spirit the unending future felt
And
\nlived with all the unbeginning past.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe is boundless. a
\nveritable form of infinity. No longer involved in the moment of the
\npresent, her spirit feels one with the endless future and lives with
\nall the past without beginning.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Vision of
\nPrescient Hours <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer life was a
\ndawn\u2019s victorious opening,
The past and unborn days had joined
\ntheir dreams,
Old vanished eves and far arriving noons
Hinted
\nto her a vision of prescient hours.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer life is the
\nvictorious advent of a dawn; the past and the future join their
\ndreams in her. Old long past eves and noons yet to arrive from far
\ncast before her glimpses of prophetic time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Musing Bliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSupine in musing
\nbliss she lay awhile
Given to the wonder of a waking trance;
\n
Half-risen then she sent her gaze around,
As if to recover
\nold sweet trivial threads,
Old happy thoughts, small treasured
\nmemories,
And weave them into one immortal day.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor a while she
\nlives supine in absorbing bliss lost in the wonder of a wakeful
\ntrance. Then, half-awake, she glances around as though to regain the
\nold sweet trivial threads, old happy thoughts, small cherished
\nmemories, and weave them all together into one immortal day.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her Loved One <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver she held on the
\nparadise of her breast
Her lover charmed into a fathomless sleep,
\n
Lain like an infant spirit unaware
Lulled on the verge of two
\nconsenting worlds.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe holds on the
\nparadise of her breast her beloved who is under the spell of a
\nprofound sleep, lying like an infant unaware. lulled on the border of
\ntwo hospitable worlds \u2014 earth and heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She calls his
\nMind Back <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut soon she leaned
\ndown over her loved to call
His mind back to her with her
\ntravelling touch
On his closed eyelids; settled was her still
\nlook
Of strong delight, not yearning now, but large
With
\nlimitless joy or sovereign last content,
Pure, passionate with
\nthe passion of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSoon she leans down
\nover Satyavan, her loved one, to call his mind hack to her with her
\nvibrating touch on his closed eyelids. There is no longer any
\nyearning in her eyes; hers is a settled, calm look of powerful
\ndelight, large with unbounded joy, sovereignly content at last, pure,
\npassionate with the passion of the gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Quiet Rapture <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDesire stirred not
\nits wings; for all was made
An overarching of celestial rays
\n
Like the absorbed control of sky on plain,
Heaven\u2019s leaning
\ndown to embrace from all sides earth,
A quiet rapture, a vast
\nsecurity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is no movement
\nof desire. Like the rapt control of the sky over the plains below, a
\ncanopy of celestial rays of light has formed overhead; heaven leans
\ndown to embrace earth from all sides; there is a quiet rapture, a
\nvast security.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Satyavan Awakes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen sighing to her
\ntouch the soft-winged sleep
Rose hovering from his flower-like
\nlids and flew
Murmurous away. Awake, he found her eyes
Waiting
\nfor his, and felt her hands, and saw
The earth his home given
\nback to him once more
And her made his again, his passion\u2019s
\nall. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt her touch sleep
\nresponds and softly wings away. As he awakes, Satyavan finds
\nSavitri’s eyes expectantly waiting for his; he feels her hands; he
\nsees that the earth, his home, has been given back to him once more
\nand she, who has all his love, has been made his once again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Vaguely
\nRecollects Wonder <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith his arms\u2019
\nencircling hold around her locked,
A living knot to make
\npossession close,
He murmured with hesitating lips her name,
And
\nvaguely recollecting wonder cried,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith his arms
\nencircling her \u2014 a living knot to ensure the closeness of his
\npossession \u2014 he murmurs her name with hesitating lips and vaguely
\nremembering some past wonder, cries:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Whence hast thou
\nbrought me <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cWhence hast thou
\nbrought me captive back, love-chained,
To thee and sun-light\u2019s
\nwalls, O golden beam
And casket of all sweetness, Savitri,
\n
Godhead and woman, moonlight of my soul?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O golden beam
\nand casket of all sweetness, Savitri, Godhead and woman, moonlight of
\nmy soul, from where hast thou brought me back thy captive, chained by
\nthy love, back to thee and the bright sunlight’s walls?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I have Travelled
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor surely I have
\ntravelled in strange worlds
By thee companioned, a pursuing
\nspirit,
Together we have disdained the gates of night;
I have
\nturned away from the celestial\u2019s joy
And heaven\u2019s
\ninsufficient without thee.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Surely I have
\ntravelled in strange worlds with thee as my companion, pursuing me.
\nTogether we have scorned entering the gates of night. l have refused
\nheaven’s joy; for without thee by my side heaven has no attraction
\nfor me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Was it a Dream? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere now has passed
\nthat formidable Shape
Which rose against us? the Spirit of the
\nVoid,
Claiming the world for Death and Nothingness,
Denying
\nGod and Soul? Or was all a dream
Or a vision seen in a spiritual
\nsleep,
A symbol of the oppositions of Time
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere has gone that
\nformidable Shape, the Spirit of the Void, which rose against us which
\nclaimed the world for Death and Nothingness, denying the existence of
\nGod and Soul? Or was it all a dream or may be, a vision in a
\nspiritual sleep symbolising the oppositions posed in the process of
\nTime?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beacon of
\nSignificance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr a mind-lit beacon
\nof significance
In some stress of darkness lighting on the Way
\n
Or guiding a swimmer through the straits of Death,
Or finding
\nwith the succour of its ray
In a gully mid the crowded streets of
\nChance
The soul that into the world-adventure came,
A scout
\nand voyager from Eternity?\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or was it a
\nflare lit by the mind with a purpose, throwing light on the Way on
\nsome patch of darkness or guiding the swimmer through the dangerous
\nstraits of Death or with the needed help of its ray, finding in a
\nditch amid the crowded thoroughfares of Chance the soul that came
\ninto the world-adventure, a scout and traveller from Eternity?"<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Our Parting was
\nthe Dream <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut she replied,
\n\u201cOur parting was the dream;
We are together, we live, O
\nSatyavan. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLook round thee and
\nbehold, glad and unchanged
Our home, this forest, with its
\nthousand cries
And the whisper of the wind among the leaves
And,
\nthrough rifts in emerald scene, the evening sky,
God\u2019s canopy
\nof blue sheltering our lives,
And the birds crying for heart\u2019s
\nhappiness,
Winged poets of our solitary reign,
Our friends on
\nearth where we are king and queen.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Savitri replies:
\n"Our parting was the dream. We are here together, we live, O
\nSatyavan. Look around and see how happy and unchanged is this our
\nhome, this forest, with its thousand cries, and the whisper of the
\nwind among the leaves; look at the evening sky through the openings
\nin the greenery of the forest \u2014 God’s blue canopy sheltering our
\nlives; look at the birds singing out of their heart’s happiness,
\nwinged minstrels of our solitary reign here, our friends on earth
\nwhere we are king and queen.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death’s night
\nleft Behind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly our souls have
\nleft Death\u2019s night behind
Changed by a mighty dream\u2019s
\nreality,
Illumined by the light of symbol worlds
And the
\nstupendous summit self of things,
And stood at Godhead\u2019s gates
\nlimitless, free.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe only change that
\nhas taken place is that our souls have left behind the night of
\nDeath. They have been changed by the reality of a mighty dream; they
\nhave been illumined by the light of subtle symbol worlds and the
\nstupendous highest self of things; they have stood at the gates of
\nthe Godhead, limitless, free.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
New Flame of
\nWorship <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen filled with the
\nglory of their happiness
They rose and with safe clinging fingers
\nlocked
Hung on each other in a silent look.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut he with a new
\nwonder in his heart
And a new flame of worship in his eyes:
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFull of the joy of
\ntheir happiness, both arise with their fingers safely interlocked;
\nthey wail upon each other’s silent look. A new wonder fills the heart
\nof Satyavan at the sight of Savitri and with a new Paine of worship
\nin his eyes, he speaks to her:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
What high Change
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cWhat high change
\nis in thee, O Savitri? Bright
Ever thou wast, a goddess still and
\npure,
Yet dearer to me by thy sweet human parts
Earth gave
\nthee making thee yet more divine.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy adoration
\nmastered, my desire
Bent down to make its subject, my daring
\nclasped,
Claiming by body and soul my life\u2019s estate,
Rapture\u2019s
\npossession, love\u2019s sweet property,
A statue of silence in my
\ntempled spirit,
A yearning godhead and a golden bride.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat high change has
\ntaken place in thee, O Savitri! Thou wert always a goddess, calm and
\npure, and yet thou well dearer to me because of the sweet human parts
\nthat the earth gave to thee, making thee yet more divine on that
\naccount. Thou hast mastered my adoration, bent my desire making it
\nthy subject, clasped my daring spirit, claimed my life’s estate
\nthrough my body and soul Thou hast been a possession of utter
\nrapture, a sweet property of love, a veritable statue of silence in
\nthis temple of my spirit, a yearning godhead, a golden bride.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earthly Keeper
\nof my Soul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut now thou seemst
\nalmost too high and great
For mortal worship; Time lies below thy
\nfeet
And the whole world seems only a part of thee,
Thy
\npresence the hushed heaven I inhabit,
And thou lookst on me in
\nthe gaze of the stars,
Yet art the earthly keeper of my soul,
My
\nlife a whisper of thy dreaming thoughts,
My morns a gleaming of
\nthy spirit\u2019s wings,
And day and night are of thy beauty part.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut now, O Savitri,
\nthou seemest too high, too great for human worship to reach thee;
\nthou seemest to be beyond me. Time lies stretched below thy feet; the
\nentire world seems to be only a small part of thee. Thy presence in
\nwhich I live is now a hushed heaven; in thy gaze on me is the
\ndistance of the stars. And yet, withal, thou art the earthly guardian
\nof my soul; my life is a soft echo of thy own dreaming thoughts, my
\nmornings are gleamings of thy spirit’s soaring wings, my day and
\nnight are part of thy beauty.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
By thee
\nGreatened my Mortal Arc <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHast thou not taken
\nmy heart to treasure it
In the secure environment of thy breast?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwakened from the
\nsilence and the sleep,
I have consented for thy sake to be.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy thee I have
\ngreatened my mortal arc of life,
But now far heaven\u2019s unmapped
\ninfinitudes
Thou hast brought me thy illimitable gift.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Hast thou not
\ntaken my heart to treasure it in thy safe breast? Brought back to
\nlife from the silence and the sleep, I have consented to live for thy
\nsake. By thee I have increased my mortal span of life, but now thou
\nhalt brought me thy boundless gift \u2014 the uncharted infinities of
\nthe distant heavens.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Human Earth
\nDemands thy Bliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf to fill these
\nthou lift thy sacred flight,
My human earth will still demand thy
\nbliss:
Make still my life through thee a song of joy
And all
\nmy silence wide and deep with thee.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If now thou
\nwent to soar high to till these infinitudes, my human earth will
\nstill ask for thy bliss. Make my life through thee a song of joy,
\nmake all my silence wide and deep with thee."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heavenly Queen
\nConsents to his Will <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA heavenly queen
\nconsenting to his will,
She clasped his feet by her enshrining
\nhair
Enveloped in a velvet cloak of love,
And answered softly
\nlike a murmuring lute:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA celestial queen
\nconsenting to his human will, Savitri clasps Satyavan’s feet, her
\nenveloping hair covering them in a soft cloak of love, and answers
\ngently like a murmuring lute.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All is Changed
\nand yet the Same <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cAll now is
\nchanged, yet all is still the same.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLo, we have looked
\nupon the face of God,
Our life has opened with divinity.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWe have borne
\nidentity with the Supreme
And known his meaning in our mortal
\nlives. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll is now changed
\nand yet, in a sense, all is still the same. Lo, we have gazed direct
\nupon the face of God, our life has blossomed with his divinity. We
\nhave attained identity with the Supreme and known his purpose in our
\nmortal lives here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven’s Touch
\nFulfils <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur love has grown
\ngreater by that mighty touch
And learnt its heavenly
\nsignificance,
Yet nothing is lost of mortal love\u2019s delight.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven\u2019s touch
\nfulfils but cancels not our earth:
Our bodies need each other in
\nthe same last;
Still in our breasts repeat heavenly secret rhythm
\n
Our human heart-beats passionately close.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Our love has
\ngrown greater by that mighty touch of the Supreme and learnt its
\nhigher, diviner significance, and yet it has not lost anything of the
\ndelight of mortal love. Indeed, the touch of heaven does not abolish
\nour earth-being and our earth nature. Our bodies need each other for
\nthe ultimate complete fulfilment. Our passionately intimate human
\nheart-beats repeat only the secret rhythm of heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am the same
\nSavitri <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill am I she who
\ncame to thee mid the murmur
Of sunlit leaves upon this forest
\nverge;
I am the Madran, I am Savitri.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that I was
\nbefore, I am to thee still,
Close comrade of thy thoughts and
\nhopes and toils,
All happy contraries I would join for thee.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am still the
\nsame daughter of Madra, the same Savitri who came to thee on the
\nborder of this forest amid the rustle of the bright leaves. All that
\nI was before, that I continue to be to thee, close comrade of thy
\nthoughts, hopes and toils. I would make all the happy contraries of
\nlife one for thee.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All Sweet
\nRelation <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll sweet relations
\nmarry in our life,
I am thy kingdom even as thou art mine,
The
\nsovereign and the slave of thy desire,
Thy prone possessor, the
\nsister of thy soul
And mother of thy wants; thou art my world,
\n
The earth I need, the heaven my thoughts desire,
The world I
\ninhabit and the god I adore.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Ail happy
\nrelations come together in our life.I am thy kingdom even as thou art
\nmine; I am both the master and the slave of thy desire; I yield to
\nthee and yet I am thy possessor; I am companion-sister to thy soul
\nand mother to thy wants. Thou art my world, thou art the warm earth
\nthat I need, thou art also the heaven that my thoughts desire. Thou
\nart the world that I inhabit, thou art the god whom I adore and
\nworship.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Counterparts <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy body is my
\nbody\u2019s counterpart
Whose every limb my answering limb desires,
\n
Whose heart is key to all my heart-beats,\u2014this
I am and
\nthou to me, O Satyavan.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thy body is
\nthe counterpart of mine, every limb of which is desired by my
\nresponding limb. Thy heart holds the key to all my heart-beats. This,
\nO Satyavan, I am to thee and thou to me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wedded Walk Anew
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur wedded walk
\nthrough life begins anew,
No gladness lost, no depth of mortal
\njoy;
Let us go through this new world that is the same.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Our wedded
\njourney through life now begins afresh with no gladness lost, no
\ndepth of mortal joy lessened. Though this world is the same, it feels
\nnew to us; let us together journey through it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Playground of
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor it is given
\nback, but it is known,
A playing ground and dwelling house of God
\n
Who hides himself in bird and beast and man
Sweetly to find
\nhimself again by love,
By oneness. His presence leads the rhythms
\nof life
That seek for mutual joy in spite of pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world is given
\nhack to us, but now we know it as a playground and abode of God who
\nhides himself in various forms \u2014 bird. Beast, man \u2014 happily to
\ndiscover himself by love, by oneness. It is his presence that moves
\nand leads the rhythms of life which seek for joy in each other
\ndespite pain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
We have found
\neach other <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWe have each other
\nfound, O Satyavan,
In the great light of the discovered soul.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLet us go back, for
\neve is in the skies.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow grief is dead
\nand serene bliss remains
The heart of all our days for ever more.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Satyavan, we
\nhave found the truth of each other in the great light of the unveiled
\nsoul. Let us now go back home for the evening is on. Grief is now
\ndead and only serene bliss remains, the bliss that will be the heart
\nof all our days to come.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Let us give Joy
\nto All <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLo, all these beings
\nin this wonderful world!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLet us give joy to
\nall, for joy is ours.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor not for
\nourselves alone our spirits came
Out of the veil of the
\nUnmanifest,
Out of the deep immense Unknowable
On the
\nignorant breast of dubious earth
Into the ways of labouring,
\nseeking men,
Two fires that burn towards that parent Sun,
Two
\nrays that travel to the original Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look at all
\nthese beings in this marvellous world Let us hasten to give joy to
\nall of them, for joy is ours. Our spirits did not come for our sake
\nalone from out of the veil of the Unmanifest Existence, from out of
\nthe profound, immense Unknowable, upon the ignorant breast of this
\nambiguous earth of striving, seeking humans. Our spirits arc two form
\nthat blaze towards the parent Sun above, two rays that travel to the
\nprimal Light of the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
We are born to
\nlead Man’s Soul to God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo lead man\u2019s soul
\ntowards Truth and God we are born,
To draw the chequered scheme
\nof mortal life
Into some semblance of the Immortal\u2019s plan,
To
\nshape it closer to an image of God,
A little nearer to the Idea
\ndivine.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"We are born to
\nLead man’s soul towards Truth and God. to draw the broken pattern of
\nmortal life into some likeness to the plan of the Immortal Creator,
\nto shape nearer to the image of God, a little nearer to the Real,
\nDivine Idea that is the base of the creation."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Two-Bodied for
\nthe joy of Time <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe closed her arms
\nabout his breast and head
As if to keep him on her bosom worn
\n
For ever through the journeying of the years.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSo for a while they
\nstood entwined, their kiss
And passion-tranced embrace a meeting
\npoint
In their commingling spirits, one for ever,
Two-souled,
\ntwo-bodied for the joys of time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri closes her
\narms about Satyavan’s breast and head as if to keep him on her bosom
\nfor ever. Thus for a while they stand entwined, their kiss and their
\nintensely passionate embrace forms the junction of their happily
\nmingling spirits though one for ever, to draw the joy of life in time
\nthey are two-souled, two-bodied.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They leave the
\nSolemn Place <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen hand in hand
\nthey left that solemn place
Full now of mute unusual memories,
\n
To the green distance of their sylvan home
Returning slowly
\nthrough the forest\u2019s heart:
Round them the afternoon to evening
\nchanged;
Light slipped down to the brightly sleeping verge,
And
\nthe birds came back winging to their nests,
And day and night
\nleaned to each other\u2019s arms.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen hand in hand
\nthey leave that solemn place, now full of the mute, strange memories
\nof what has just passed, returning slowly through the heart of the
\nforest, to their sylvan home across the green tract. The afternoon
\nchanges into evening light fades rapidly; birds come back winging to
\ntheir nest-homes ; day and night lean towards each other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pensive Evening <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow the dusk shadowy
\ntrees stood close around
Like dreaming spirits and delaying
\nnight,
The grey-eyed pensive evening heard their steps,
And
\nfrom all points the cries and movements came
Of the four-footed
\nwanderers of the night
Approaching\u2026
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTrees in
\ndusk-shadows stand close around like spirits dreaming and delaying
\nthe night; the grey-visioned pensive evening, hears their footsteps.
\nAnd from all quarters come the cries and movements of the approaching
\nbeasts of prey wanderers of the night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Human Rumour <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…Then a human
\nrumour rose
Long alien to their solitary days,
Invading the
\ncharmed wilderness of leaves,
Once sacred to secluded loneliness,
\n
With violent breaking of its virgin sleep.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen come up loud
\nhuman sounds foreign to the solitude to which Savitri and Satyavan
\nhave been so long accustomed, invading the enchanted wilderness of
\nthe trees sacred to eremite loneliness, breaking violently its
\nunbroken sleep.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Many Voices and
\nSound of Feet <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThrough the screened
\ndusk it deepened still and there neared
Floating of many voices
\nand the sound
Of many feet till on their sight broke in,
As
\nif a coloured wave upon the eye,
The brilliant strenuous crowded
\nlife of man. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe human sounds
\ndeepen through the thickening dusk, many voices float in and the
\nsound of many feet too, till like a coloured wave upon the eye, the
\nbrilliant, vigorous crowded life of man breaks in upon their sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Resplendent
\nCompany <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTopped by a flaring
\nmultitude of lights
A great resplendent company arrived.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife in its ordered
\ntumult wavering came
Bringing its stream of unknown faces,
\nthronged
With gold-fringed headdresses, gold-broidered robes,
\n
Glittering of ornaments, fluttering of hems,
Hundreds of
\nhands parted the forest-boughs,
Hundreds of eyes searched the
\nentangled glades.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnder the flare of
\ncrowded lights a brilliant company of men arrives. It is a
\nfluctuating invasion by life in its organised tumult; it brings its
\nstream of new, unknown faces, with gold-fringed head-dresses,
\ngold-embroidered robes, shining ornaments, fluttering, hems. Hundreds
\nof hands part the branches of the forest trees to make way, hundreds
\nof eyes scan the landed passages.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
King Dyumathsena
\nwith Monarch Steps <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCalm white-clad
\npriests their grave-eyed sweetness brought,
Strong warriors in
\ntheir glorious armour shone,
The proud-hooved steeds came
\ntrampling through the wood.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn front King
\nDyumathsena walked, no more
Blind, faltering limbed, but his
\nfar-questing eyes
Restored to all their confidence in light
Took
\nseeingly this imaged outer world;
Firmly he trod with monarch
\nsteps the soil. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are calm
\nwhite-robed priests with sweetness in their grave eyes, strong
\nwarriors shining in their glorious armour, proud galloping steeds
\ntrampling through the forest. In their front walks King Dyumathsena,
\nno longer blind or stumbling; his far-scanning eyes, fully recovered
\nin their mastery of light, are taking in the image of this outer
\nworld. He treads the soil with regal steps.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Queen <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy him that queen
\nand mother\u2019s anxious face
Came changed from its habitual
\nburdened look
Which in its drooping strength of tired toil
Had
\nborne the fallen life of those she loved.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy his side is the
\nqueen, her face anxious but quite changed from its customary burdened
\nlook which, till then in its failing strength of tired toil, had
\nendured in the life of those she had loved a fall from glory.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pensive Glow <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer patient paleness
\nwore a pensive glow
Like evening\u2019s subdued gaze of gathered
\nlight
Departing, which foresees sunrise her child.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe brilliance of
\nher rich receding gleam
A thoughtful prophecy of lyric dawn,
She
\nlives awhile to muse upon that hope
Sinking in quiet splendours
\nof her sky. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer patient paleness
\nhas a thoughtful glow like evening’s subdued collected light which
\nwhile departing foresees the sunrise, her child to come. The
\nbrilliance of the evening’s rich receding gleam is a thoughtful
\nprophecy of the lyric dawn that is coming. She pauses a while to muse
\nupon that hope sinking in the quiet splendours of her sky.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Vision of the
\nBeautiful Twain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer eyes were first
\nto find her children\u2019s forms.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut at the vision of
\nthe beautiful twain
The air awoke perturbed with scaling cries,
\n
And the swift parents hurrying to their child,\u2014
Their cause
\nof life now who had given him breath,\u2014
Possessed him with their
\narms. \u2026 <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe queen is the
\nfirst to glimpse the forms of her children. At the sight of the
\nbeautiful pair, mounting cries disturb the air and the swift parents
\nhurry to their child \u2014 he to whom they had given birth and who now
\nbecomes the cause of their revived life \u2014 and fold him in their
\narms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dyumathsena
\nChides <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…Then tenderly
\n
Cried Dyumathsena chiding Satyavan:
\u201cThe fortunate gods
\nhave looked on me today,
A kingdom seeking came and heaven\u2019s
\nrays. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut where wast thou?
\nThou hast tormented gladness
With fear\u2019s dull shadow, O my
\nchild, my life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Dyumathsena
\nchides Satyavan tenderly: "The gods of fortune have smiled on me
\ntoday. My kingdom has been restored to me and also my sight. But
\nwhere wast thou? Thou hast tormented my gladness with the dull shadow
\nof fear. O my child, my life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eyes are useless
\nOrbs without Thee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat danger kept
\nthee for the darkening woods?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr how could
\npleasure in her ways forget
That useless orbs without thee are my
\neyes
Which only for thy sake rejoice at light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What was the
\ndanger that detained thee in the darkening woods? How could pleasure
\nas she came to me forget that without thee my eyes are useless orbs
\nsince it is only to see thee that they rejoice at light?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Not like
\nThyself, Savitri <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot like thyself was
\nthis done, Savitri,
Who ledst not back thy husband to our arms,
\n
Knowing with him beside me only is taste
In food and for his
\ntouch evening and morn
I live content with my remaining days.\u201d
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And, Savitri,
\nthis is not like thyself, not to have brought back thy husband to our
\narms knowing as thou dust that only when he is by my side do I have
\ntaste in food, and can live content, morning and evening, through the
\ndays still left to me."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She is the Cause
\nof all <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Satyavan replied
\nwith smiling lips,
\u201cLay all on her; she is the cause of all.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith her
\nenchantments she has twined me round.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehold, at noon
\nleaving this house of clay
I wandered in far-off eternities,
Yet
\nstill, a captive in her golden hands,
I tread your little hillock
\ncalled green earth
And in the moments of your transient sun
Live
\nglad among the busy works of men.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan replies
\nsmilingly:"Lay all the blame on her, she is the cause of all.
\nShe has tied rue round with her enchantments. Leaving this little
\nhouse of earth-matter at noon, I wandered in far-off eternities. But
\nstill, a prisoner in her golden hands, I walk on your little hillock,
\nthe green earth, and in the fleeting moments of your transient sun I
\nlive glad among the busy activities of men."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All Eyes Turn <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen all eyes turned
\ntheir wondering looks where stood
A deepening redder gold upon
\nher cheeks,
With lowered lids the noble lovely child,
And one
\nconsenting thought moved every breast:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll eyes turn
\nwonderingly where the noble lovely child stands with her cheeks
\nblushing red-gold in hue, eye-lids lowered. One spontaneous thought
\narises in every one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Gleaming Marvel
\nby Satyavan’s Side <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cWhat gleaming
\nmarvel of the earth or skies
Stands silently by human Satyavan
\n
To mark a brilliance in the dusk of eve?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf this is she of
\nwhom the world has heard,
Wonder no more at any happy change.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach easy miracle of
\nfelicity
Of her transmuting heart the alchemy is.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What shining
\nwonder of the earth or skies is standing silently by the side of the
\nhuman Satyavan, a point of glowing radiance in this dusk of eve? If
\nthis is she of whom the world has beard so much, then wonder no more
\nat any happy change. Every easy miracle of felicity that takes place
\ncan only be an alchemy of her transmuting heart. Trace every happy
\nchange, every miracle to her."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Happier age by
\nThee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen one spoke there
\nwho seemed a priest and sage,
\u201cO woman soul, what light, what
\npower revealed,
Working the rapid marvels of this day,
Opens
\nfor us by thee a happier age?\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen one who seems
\nto be either a priest or a sage speaks:"O woman soul, what is
\nthe light, what is the revealed power, that has worked the rapid
\nmarvels of this great day and by thee ushered in for us, a happier
\nage hence\u00acforth ?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her Vision <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer lashes
\nfluttering upwards gathered in
To a vision which had scanned
\nimmortal things,
Rejoicing, human forms for their delight.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey claimed for
\ntheir deep childlike motherhood
The life of all these souls to be
\nher life,
Then falling veiled the light. \u2026
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri looks up and
\ninto her vision which has scanned immortal things, she gathers
\nrejoicingly the human forms around her for their joy. Raising her
\nlashes she claims with a look of deep, childlike motherhood the life
\nof all these gathered souls as her own life. Then the lashes fall and
\nveil the light in her eyes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Magic of Golden
\nChange <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 Low she replied,
\n
\u201cAwakened to the meaning of my heart
That to feel love and
\noneness is to live
And this the magic of our golden change
Is
\nall the truth I know or seek, O sage.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe answers in low
\ntones:"I am awakened to the message of my heart which tells me
\nthat to feel love and oneness with all is to live truly; this is the
\nmagic of our golden change.This, O sage, is all the truth l know or
\nseek".<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All Wonder <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWondering at her and
\nher too luminous words
Westward they turned in the fast gathering
\nnight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll wonder at
\nSavitri and her words too luminous for them; then they turn
\nwestwards, towards their home in the fast gathering night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nights Solitude
\nBroken <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFrom the entangling
\nverges freed they came
Into a dimness of the sleeping earth
And
\ntravelled through her faint and slumbering plains.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMurmur and movement
\nand the tread of men
Broke the night\u2019s solitude,\u2026
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFreed from the
\nentangling growths of the forest they all step into a dim opening of
\nthe sleeping earth and journey through her faint and slumbering
\nplains. The solitude the night is broken by the murmur, movement and
\nthe tread of men.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chariots
\nHomeward Voice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 The neigh of
\nsteeds
Rose from the indistinct and voiceful sea
Of life and
\nall along its marchings swelled
The rhyme of hooves, the
\nchariot\u2019s homeward voice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe neighing of
\nhorses rises above the vague and noisy movements of a sea of men: all
\nthrough their marching swells the trampling rhyme of the hooves of
\nthe horses and the vigorous voice of the chariot going homewards.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
To the
\nMany-Voiced Human World <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDrawn by white manes
\nupon a high-roofed car
In flare of the unsteady torches went
\n
With linked hands Satyavan and Savitri,
Hearing a marriage
\nmarch and nuptial hymn,
Where waited them the many-voiced human
\nworld. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSeated in a
\nhigh-roofed car drawn by white steeds in the flare of moving torches
\nin that dark night, Satyavan and Savitri, hands linked, hearing the
\nmarriage march and nuptial hymn, go to meet the many-voiced human
\nworld that awaits them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Night Possesses
\nher Reign <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNumberless the stars
\nswam on their shadowy field
Describing in the gloom the ways of
\nlight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen while they
\nskirted yet the southward verge,
Lost in the halo of her musing
\nbrows
Night, splendid with the moon dreaming in heaven
In
\nsilver peace, possessed her luminous reign.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStars without number
\nmove upon their darkening field, drawing lines of light in that gloom
\nof darkness. Then while they turn round the southern edge, the night
\ndeepens. Lost in the glow of her thoughtful brows, splendid with the
\nmoon dreaming in heaven in silvery peace, night fully assumes her
\nluminous reign.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Night Nurses a
\nGreater Dawn <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe brooded through
\nher stillness on a thought
Deep-guarded by her mystic folds of
\nlight,
And in her bosom nursed a greater dawn.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThrough her
\nstillness, Night broods on a thought which is deeply guarded by her
\nmystic folds of light and she nurses in her bosom a greater dawn.<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P><\/p>\n

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