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\n\t\t\t Poems<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t  in Quantitative Metres
\n\t\t\t<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n

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

\n\t\t\t Ocean Oneness1<\/sup> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSilence is round me, wideness ineffable; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhite birds on the ocean diving and wandering; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA soundless sea on a voiceless heaven, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAzure on azure, is mutely gazing.
\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIdentified with silence and boundlessness <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy spirit widens clasping the universe <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill all that seemed becomes the Real, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne in a mighty and single vastness. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSomeone broods there nameless and bodiless, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConscious and lonely, deathless and infinite, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd, sole in a still eternal rapture, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGathers all things to his heart for ever. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t1<\/font><\/sup> Alcaics. Modulations are allowed, trochee or iamb in the first foot or a long monosyllable; an occasional anapaest in place of an iamb is permitted; an antibacchius can replace a dactyl.
\n   <\/font> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>369<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nTrance of Waiting2<\/sup><\/font><\/b> <\/font> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLone on my summits of calm I have brooded with voices
\n\taround me, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMurmurs of silence that steep mind in a luminous sleep, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhispers from things beyond thought in the Secrecy
\n\t\t\tflame-white for ever, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnscanned heights that reply seek from the inconscient
\n\t\t\tdeep. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDistant below me the ocean of life with its passionate surges <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPales like a pool that is stirred by the wings of a shadowy
\n\t\t\tbird. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThought has flown back from its wheelings and stoopings, the
\n\t\t\tnerve-beat of living <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStills; my spirit at peace bathes in a mighty release. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWisdom supernal looks down on me, Knowledge mind cannot
\n\t\t\tmeasure; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLight that no vision can render garments the silence with
\n\t\t\tsplendour. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFilled with a rapturous Presence the crowded spaces of being <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTremble with the Fire that knows, thrill with the might of
\n\t\t\trepose. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth is now girdled with trance and Heaven is put round her
\n\t\t\tfor vesture. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWings that are brilliant with fate sleep at Eternity’s gate. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTime waits, vacant, the Lightning that kindles, the Word that
\n\t\t\ttransfigures; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpace is a stillness of God building his earthly abode. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll waits hushed for the fiat to come and the tread of the Eternal; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPassion of a bliss yet to be sweeps from Infinity’s sea. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t2<\/font><\/sup> Elegiacs, with rhyme in the pentameter. A syllable or two introducing the last
\nhemistich of the pentameter is allowed, but this must not be made the rule. This licence, impossible in the strict cut of classical metre, comes in naturally in English and is
\ntherefore permissible.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>370<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tFlame-Wind3<\/sup><\/font><\/b>
\n\t\t\t<\/font> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA flame-wind ran from the gold of the east, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLeaped on my soul with the breath of a sevenfold noon. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWings of the angel, gallop of the beast! <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMind and body on fire, but the heart in swoon. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO flame, thou bringest the strength of the noon, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut where are the voices of morn and the stillness of eve? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere the pale-blue wine of the moon? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMind and life are in flower, but the heart must grieve. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGold in the mind and the life-flame’s red <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMake of the heavens a splendour, the earth a blaze, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut the white and rose of the heart are dead. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlame-wind, pass! I will wait for Love in the silent ways. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t3<\/font><\/sup> Dactylic tetrameter and pentameter catalectic; an additional foot in the last line;
\ntrochee or spondee freely admitted anywhere; first paeon, antibacchius, cretic can replace a dactyl. One or two extra syllables are allowed sometimes at the beginning of the line.
\n   <\/font> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>371<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe River<\/font>4<\/sup><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n Wild river in thy cataract far-rumoured and rash rapids to sea
\n\thasting, <\/p>\n

\nFar now is that birth-place mid abrupt mountains and slow
\n\tdreaming of lone valleys <\/p>\n

\nWhere only with blue heavens was rapt converse or green
\n\torchards with fruit leaning <\/p>\n

\nStood imaged in thy waves and, content, listened to thy
\n\trhapsody’s long murmur. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nVast now in a wide press and a dense hurry and mass
\n\tmovement of thronged waters <\/p>\n

\nLoud-thundering, fast-galloping, might, speed is the stern
\n\tmessage of thy spirit, <\/p>\n

\nProud violence, stark claim and the dire cry of the heart’s
\n\thunger on God’s barriers <\/p>\n

\nSelf-hurled, and a void lust of unknown distance, and pace
\n\treckless and free grandeur. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCalm yet shall release thee; an immense peace and a large
\n\tstreaming of white silence, <\/p>\n

\nBroad plains shall be thine, greenness surround thee, and
\nwharved cities and life’s labour <\/p>\n

\nLong thou wilt befriend, human delight help with the waves’
\n\tcoolness, with ships’ furrows <\/p>\n

\nThrill, \u2014 last become, self losing, a sea-motion and joy
\n\tboundless and blue laughter. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t 4 Ionic a majore pentameter catalectic. In one place an epitrite replaces the ionic.
\n   <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>372<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tJourney’s End5<\/sup> <\/font> <\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe day ends lost in a stretch of even, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA long road trod \u2014 and the little farther. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow the waste-land, now the silence; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA blank dark wall, and behind it heaven. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>373<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Dream Boat6<\/sup><\/b> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWho was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith his flame brow and his sun-gold body? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMelted was the silence into a sweet secret murmur, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Do you come now? is the heart’s fire ready?”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHidden in the recesses of the heart something shuddered. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt recalled all that the life’s joy cherished, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImaged the felicity it must leave lost for ever, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the boat passed and the gold god vanished. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow within the hollowness of the world's breast inhabits \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor the love died and the old joy ended \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVoid of a felicity that has fled, gone for ever, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the gold god and the dream boat come not. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>374<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tSoul in the Ignorance7<\/sup><\/b> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSoul in the Ignorance, wake from its stupor. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlake of the world-fire, spark of Divinity, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLift up thy mind and thy heart into glory. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSun in the darkness, recover thy lustre. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne, universal, ensphering creation, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWheeling no more with inconscient Nature, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFeel thyself God-born, know thyself deathless. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTimeless return to thy immortal existence. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t7<\/font><\/sup> Dactylic tetrameter, usually catalectic, with the ordinary modulations.
\n   <\/font> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>375<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Witness and the Wheel8<\/sup><\/b> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWho art thou in the heart comrade of man who sitst <\/p>\n

\nAugust, watching his works, watching his joys and griefs, <\/p>\n

\nUnmoved, careless of pain, careless of death and fate? <\/p>\n

\nWitness, what hast thou seen watching this great blind world <\/p>\n

\nMoving helpless in Time, whirled on the Wheel in Space, <\/p>\n

\nThat yet thou with thy vast Will biddest toil our hearts, <\/p>\n

\nMystic, \u2014 for without thee nothing can last in Time? <\/p>\n

\nWe too, when from the urge ceaseless of Nature turn <\/p>\n

\nOur souls, far from the breast casting her tool, desire, <\/p>\n

\nGrow like thee. In the front Nature still drives in vain <\/p>\n

\nThe blind trail of our acts, passions and thoughts and hopes; <\/p>\n

\nUnmoved, calm, we look on, careless of death and fate, <\/p>\n

\nOf grief careless and joy,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 signs of a surface script <\/p>\n

\nWithout value or sense, steps of an aimless world. <\/p>\n

\nSomething watches behind, Spirit or Self or Soul, <\/p>\n

\nViewing Space and its toil, waiting the end of Time. <\/p>\n

\nWitness, who then art thou, one with thee who am I, <\/p>\n

\nNameless, watching the Wheel whirl across Time and Space? <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t8<\/font><\/sup> The metre is the little Asclepiad used by Horace in his Ode addressed to Maecenas,
\ntwo choriambs between an initial spondee and a final iamb. Here modulations are admitted, trochee or iamb for the spondee, occasionally a spondee for the concluding
\niamb; an epitrite or ionic a minore can replace the choriamb. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>376<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tDescent<\/font>9<\/font> <\/sup><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll my cells thrill swept by a surge of splendour,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSoul and
\n\t\t\tbody stir with a mighty rapture,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLight and still more light like an
\n\t\t\tocean billows <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOver me, round me. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRigid, stonelike, fixed like a hill or statue, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVast my body feels and upbears the world’s weight; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDire the large
\n\t\t\tdescent of the Godhead enters <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLimbs that are mortal. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVoiceless, thronged, Infinity crowds upon me; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPresses down a glory of power eternal; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMind and heart grow one with
\n\t\t\tthe cosmic wideness; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStilled are earth’s murmurs. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSwiftly, swiftly crossing the golden
\n\t\t\tspaces <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKnowledge leaps, a torrent of rapid lightnings; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThoughts that
\n\t\t\tleft the Ineffable’s flaming mansions, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBlaze in my spirit. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSlow the heart-beats’ rhythm like a giant
\n\t\t\thammer’s; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMissioned voices drive to me from God’s doorway <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWords that
\n\t\t\tlive not save upon Nature’s summits, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEcstasy’s chariots. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll the world is changed to a single oneness; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSouls undying, infinite forces, meeting, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tJoin in God-dance weaving a
\n\t\t\tseamless Nature, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRhythm of the Deathless. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t9<\/font><\/sup> Sapphics. But the second-foot spondee is very usually replaced by
\n\t\t\ta trochee, the final trochee sometimes by a spondee; an antibacchius,
\n\t\t\tcretic or molossus can replace the dactyl. In the fifteenth line
\n\t\t\telision is used; in a sapphic line there can be only one dactyl.   
\n\t\t\t<\/font> <\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tMind and heart and body, one harp of being, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCry that anthem, finding
\n\t\t\tthe notes eternal, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLight and might and bliss and immortal wisdom <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tClasping for ever.  <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>378<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tThe Lost Boat10<\/sup> <\/font> <\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt the way’s end when the shore raised up its dim
\n\t\t\tline and
\n\t\t\tremote lights from the port glimmered, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen a cloud
\n\t\t\tdarkened the sky’s brink and the wind’s scream
\n\t\t\twas the shrill laugh
\n\t\t\tof a loosed demon <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the huge passion of storm leaped with its
\n\t\t\tbright stabs and
\n\t\t\tthe long crashing of death’s thunder; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if haled
\n\t\t\tby an unseen hand fled the boat lost on the wide
\n\t\t\thomeless forlorn
\n\t\t\tocean. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs it Chance smites? is it Fate’s irony? dead workings or
\n\t\t\tblind
\n\t\t\tpurpose of brute Nature? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr man’s own deeds that return back
\n\t\t\ton his doomed head with
\n\t\t\ta stark justice, a fixed vengeance? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr a
\n\t\t\tdread Will from behind Life that regards pain and salutes
\n\t\t\tdeath
\n\t\t\twith a hard laughter? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs it God’s might or a Force rules in this
\n\t\t\tdense jungle of events,
\n\t\t\tdeeds and our thought’s strivings? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet
\n\t\t\tperhaps sank not the bright lives and their glad venturings
\n\t\t\tfoiled,
\n\t\t\tdrowned in the grey ocean, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut with long wandering they reached an
\n\t\t\tunknown shore and
\n\t\t\ta strange sun and a new azure, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmid bright
\n\t\t\tsplendour of beast glories and birds’ music and
\n\t\t\tdeep hues, an
\n\t\t\tenriched Nature <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd a new life that could draw near to divine
\n\t\t\tmeanings and
\n\t\t\ttouched close the concealed purpose. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>379<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tIn a chance happening, fate’s whims and the blind workings or
\n\t\t\tdead
\n\t\t\tdrive of a brute <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNature, In her dire Titan caprice, strength that to
\n\t\t\tdeath drifts and to
\n\t\t\tdoom, hidden a Will labours. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot with one
\n\t\t\tmoment of sharp close or the slow fall of a dim
\n\t\t\tcurtain the play
\n\t\t\tceases: <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet is there Time to be crossed, lives to be lived out, the
\n\t\t\tunplayed acts of the soul’s drama.  <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>380<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tRenewal<\/font>11 <\/font> <\/sup><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen the heart tires and the throb stills recalling <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThings that were once and again can be never, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen the bow falls and
\n\t\t\tthe drawn string is broken, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHands that were clasped, yet for ever are parted, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen the soul
\n\t\t\tpasses to new births and bodies, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLands never seen and meetings with new faces, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs the bow raised and
\n\t\t\tthe fall’n arrow fitted, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tActs that were vain rewedded to the Fate-curve? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the lives
\n\t\t\tsundered can Time bring rejoining, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLove that was slain be reborn with the body? <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the mind null, from
\n\t\t\tthe heart’s chords rejected, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLost to the sense, but the spirit remembers! <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tSoul’s Scene12<\/sup><\/font><\/b>
\n\t\t\t<\/font> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe clouds lain on forlorn spaces of sky, weary and
\n\t\t\tlolling, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWatch grey waves of a lost sea wander sad, reckless and
\n\t\t\trolling, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA bare anguish of bleak beaches made mournful with the
\n\t\t\tbreath of
\n\t\t\tthe Northwind <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd a huddle of melancholy hills in the distance. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe
\n\t\t\tblank hour in some vast mood of a Soul lonely in Nature <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn earth’s
\n\t\t\tface puts a mask pregnantly carved, cut to
\n\t\t\tmisfeature, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd man’s
\n\t\t\theart and his stilled mind react hushed in a
\n\t\t\tspiritual passion <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImitating the contours of her desolate waiting. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImpassible she
\n\t\t\twaits long for the sun’s gold and the azure, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe sea’s song with its
\n\t\t\tslow happy refrain’s plashes of
\n\t\t\tpleasure, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs man’s soul in its depths waits the outbreaking of the
\n\t\t\tlight and
\n\t\t\tthe godhead <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the bliss that God felt when he created his image. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPage \u2013 <\/font>382<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tAscent<\/font>13<\/font><\/sup><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t(1) The Silence<\/i><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the Silence, into the Silence, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArise, O Spirit immortal, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAway
\n\t\t\tfrom the turning Wheel, breaking the magical Circle. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAscend, single
\n\t\t\tand deathless: <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCare no more for the whispers and the shoutings in
\n\t\t\tthe
\n\t\t\tdarkness, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPass from the sphere of the grey and the little, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLeaving the cry and the struggle, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the Silence for ever. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVast
\n\t\t\tand immobile, formless and marvellous, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHigher than Heaven, wider
\n\t\t\tthan the universe, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a pure glory of being, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a bright stillness
\n\t\t\tof self-seeing, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCommuning with a boundlessness voiceless and
\n\t\t\tintimate, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMake thy knowledge too high for thought, thy joy too deep
\n\t\t\tfor
\n\t\t\temotion; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt rest in the unchanging Light, mute with the
\n\t\t\twordless
\n\t\t\tself-vision, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpirit, pass out of thyself; Soul, escape
\n\t\t\tfrom the clutch of
\n\t\t\tNature. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll thou hast seen cast from thee, O
\n\t\t\tWitness. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTurn to the Alone and the Absolute, turn to the Eternal: <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBe
\n\t\t\tonly eternity, peace and silence, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO world-transcending nameless
\n\t\t\tOneness, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpirit immortal. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t13<\/sup> Free quantitative verse with a predominant dactylic movement.   <\/p>\n

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\n
\n(2) Beyond the Silence<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nOut from the Silence, out from the Silence, <\/p>\n

\nCarrying with thee the ineffable Substance, <\/p>\n

\nCarrying with thee the
\n\t\t\tsplendour and wideness, <\/p>\n

\nAscend, O Spirit immortal. <\/p>\n

\nAssigning to Time
\n\t\t\tits endless meaning, <\/p>\n

\nBlissful enter into the clasp of the Timeless. <\/p>\n

\nAwake in the living Eternal, taken to the bosom of love of the
\n\tInfinite, <\/p>\n

\nLive self-found in his endless completeness, <\/p>\n

\nDrowned in
\n\t\t\this joy and his sweetness, <\/p>\n

\nThy heart close to the heart of the
\n\t\t\tGodhead for ever. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nVast, God-possessing, embraced by the Wonderful, <\/p>\n

\nLifted by the All-Beautiful into his infinite beauty, <\/p>\n

\nLove shall
\n\t\t\tenvelop thee endless and fathomless, <\/p>\n

\nJoy unimaginable, ecstasy
\n\t\t\tillimitable, <\/p>\n

\nKnowledge omnipotent, Might omniscient, <\/p>\n

\nLight without
\n\t\t\tdarkness, Truth that is dateless. <\/p>\n

\nOne with the Transcendent, calm,
\n\t\t\tuniversal, <\/p>\n

\nSingle and free, yet innumerably living, <\/p>\n

\nAll in thyself
\n\t\t\tand thyself in all dwelling, <\/p>\n

\nAct in the world with thy being beyond
\n\t\t\tit. <\/p>\n

\nSoul, exceed life’s boundaries; Spirit, surpass the universe. <\/p>\n

\nOutclimbing the summits of Nature, <\/p>\n

\nTranscending and uplifting the
\n\t\t\tsoul of the finite, <\/p>\n

\nRise with the world in thy bosom, <\/p>\n

\nO Word
\n\t\t\tgathered into the heart of the Ineffable. <\/p>\n

\nOne with the Eternal, live
\n\t\t\tin his infinity, <\/p>\n

\nDrowned in the Absolute, found in the Godhead, <\/p>\n

\nSwan
\n\t\t\tof the supreme and spaceless ether wandering winged
\nthrough the
\n\t\t\tuniverse, <\/p>\n

\nSpirit immortal.  <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Tiger and the Deer<\/font>14<\/font><\/sup><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBrilliant, crouching, slouching, what crept
\n\t\t\tthrough the green
\n\theart of the forest, <\/p>\n

\nGleaming eyes and mighty
\n\t\t\tchest and soft soundless paws of
\n\tgrandeur and murder? <\/p>\n

\nThe wind
\n\t\t\tslipped through the leaves as if afraid lest its voice <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tand the noise of its steps perturb the pitiless Splendour, <\/p>\n

\nHardly
\n\t\t\tdaring to breathe. But the great beast crouched and <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tcrept, and crept and crouched a last time, noiseless, fatal, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill
\n\t\t\tsuddenly death leaped on the beautiful wild deer as it
\n\t\t\tdrank <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnsuspecting at the great pool in the forest’s coolness and
\n\t\t\tshadow, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd it fell and, torn, died remembering its mate left sole in the
\n\t\t\tdeep woodland, \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDestroyed, the mild harmless beauty by the strong
\n\t\t\tcruel beauty
\n\t\t\tin Nature. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut a day may yet come when the tiger
\n\t\t\tcrouches and leaps no
\n\t\t\tmore in the dangerous heart of the forest, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs
\n\t\t\tthe mammoth shakes no more the plains of Asia; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStill then shall the
\n\t\t\tbeautiful wild deer drink from the coolness
\n\t\t\tof great pools in the
\n\t\t\tleaves’ shadow. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe mighty perish in their might; <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe slain survive
\n\t\t\tthe slayer. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t14<\/font><\/sup> Free quantitative verse, left to find out its own line by line
\n\t\t\trhythm and unity. <\/font>   <\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t
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