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\nT<\/font>HE WORLD-WAYS<\/b> opened before Savitri.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt first a strangeness of new brilliant scenes<\/p>\n

Peopled her mind and kept her body’s gaze.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut as she moved across the changing earth<\/p>\n

A deeper consciousness welled up in her:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA citizen of many scenes and climes,<\/p>\n

Each soil and country it had made its home;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt took all clans and peoples for her own,<\/p>\n

Till the whole destiny of mankind was hers.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese unfamiliar spaces on her way<\/p>\n

Were known and neighbours to a sense within,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLandscapes recurred like lost forgotten fields,<\/p>\n

Cities and rivers and plains her vision claimed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike slow-recurring memories in front,<\/p>\n

The stars at night were her past’s brilliant friends,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe winds murmured to her of ancient things<\/p>\n

And she met nameless comrades loved by her once.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was a part of old forgotten selves:<\/p>\n

Vaguely or with a flash of sudden hints<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer acts recalled a line of bygone power,<\/p>\n

Even her motion’s purpose was not new:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTraveller to a prefigured high event,<\/p>\n

She seemed to her remembering witness soul<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo trace again a journey often made.<\/p>\n

A guidance turned the dumb revolving wheels<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd in the eager body of their speed<\/p>\n

The dim-masked hooded godheads rode who move<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssigned to man immutably from his birth,<\/p>\n

Receivers of the inner and outer law,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAt once the agents of his spirit’s will<\/p>\n

And witnesses and executors of his fate.<\/p>\n

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Inexorably faithful to their task,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey hold his nature’s sequence in their guard<\/p>\n

Carrying the unbroken thread old lives have spun.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAttendants on his destiny’s measured walk<\/p>\n

Leading to joys he has won and pains he has called,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven in his casual steps they intervene.<\/p>\n

Nothing we think or do is void or vain;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEach is an energy loosed and holds its course.<\/p>\n

The shadowy keepers of our deathless past<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHave made our fate the child of our own acts,<\/p>\n

And from the furrows laboured by our will<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe reap the fruit of our forgotten deeds.<\/p>\n

But since unseen the tree that bore this fruit<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd we live in a present born from an unknown past,<\/p>\n

They seem but parts of a mechanic Force<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo a mechanic mind tied by earth’s laws;<\/p>\n

Yet are they instruments of a Will supreme,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWatched by a still all-seeing Eye above.<\/p>\n

A prescient architect of Fate and Chance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho builds our lives on a foreseen design<\/p>\n

The meaning knows and consequence of each step<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd watches the inferior stumbling powers.<\/p>\n

Upon her silent heights she was aware<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf a calm Presence throned above her brows<\/p>\n

Who saw the goal and chose each fateful curve;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt used the body for its pedestal;<\/p>\n

The eyes that wandered were its searchlight fires,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe hands that held the reins its living tools;<\/p>\n

All was the working of an ancient plan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA way proposed by an unerring Guide.<\/p>\n

Across wide noons and glowing afternoons,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe met with Nature and with human forms<\/p>\n

And listened to the voices of the world;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDriven from within she followed her long road,<\/p>\n

Mute in the luminous cavern of her heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike a bright cloud through the resplendent day.<\/p>\n

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At first her path ran far through peopled tracts:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAdmitted to the lion eye of States<\/p>\n

And theatres of the loud act of man,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer carven chariot with its fretted wheels<\/p>\n

Threaded through clamorous marts and sentinel towers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPast figured gates and high dream-sculptured fronts<\/p>\n

And gardens hung in the sapphire of the skies,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPillared assembly halls with armoured guards,<\/p>\n

Small fanes where one calm Image watched man’s life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd temples hewn as if by exiled gods<\/p>\n

To imitate their lost eternity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOften from gilded dusk to argent dawn,<\/p>\n

Where jewel-lamps flickered on frescoed walls<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the stone lattice stared at moonlit boughs,<\/p>\n

Half-conscious of the tardy listening night<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDimly she glided between banks of sleep<\/p>\n

At rest in the slumbering palaces of kings.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHamlet and village saw the fate-wain pass,<\/p>\n

Homes of a life bent to the soil it ploughs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor sustenance of its short and passing days<\/p>\n

That, transient, keep their old repeated course,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnchanging in the circle of a sky<\/p>\n

Which alters not above our mortal toil.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAway from this thinking creature’s burdened hours<\/p>\n

To free and griefless spaces now she turned<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot yet perturbed by human joys and fears.<\/p>\n

Here was the childhood of primaeval earth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere timeless musings large and glad and still,<\/p>\n

Men had forborne as yet to fill with cares,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImperial acres of the eternal sower<\/p>\n

And wind-stirred grass-lands winking in the sun:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr mid green musing of woods and rough-browed hills,<\/p>\n

In the grove’s murmurous bee-air humming wild<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr past the long lapsing voice of silver floods<\/p>\n

Like a swift hope journeying among its dreams<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHastened the chariot of the golden bride.<\/p>\n

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Out of the world’s immense unhuman past<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTract-memories and ageless remnants came,<\/p>\n

Domains of light enfeoffed to antique calm<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tListened to the unaccustomed sound of hooves<\/p>\n

And large immune entangled silences<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbsorbed her into emerald secrecy<\/p>\n

And slow hushed wizard nets of fiery bloom<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEnvironed with their coloured snare her wheels.<\/p>\n

The strong importunate feet of Time fell soft<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlong these lonely ways, his titan pace<\/p>\n

Forgotten and his stark and ruinous rounds.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe inner ear that listens to solitude,<\/p>\n

Leaning self-rapt unboundedly could hear<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe rhythm of the intenser wordless Thought<\/p>\n

That gathers in the silence behind life,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the low sweet inarticulate voice of earth<\/p>\n

In the great passion of her sun-kissed trance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAscended with its yearning undertone.<\/p>\n

Afar from the brute noise of clamorous needs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe quieted all-seeking mind could feel,<\/p>\n

At rest from its blind outwardness of will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe unwearied clasp of her mute patient love<\/p>\n

And know for a soul the mother of our forms.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis spirit stumbling in the fields of sense,<\/p>\n

This creature bruised in the mortar of the days<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCould find in her broad spaces of release.<\/p>\n

Not yet was a world all occupied by care.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe bosom of our mother kept for us still<\/p>\n

Her austere regions and her musing depths,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer impersonal reaches lonely and inspired<\/p>\n

And the mightinesses of her rapture haunts.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMuse-lipped she nursed her symbol mysteries<\/p>\n

And guarded for her pure-eyed sacraments<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe valley clefts between her breasts of joy,<\/p>\n

Her mountain altars for the fires of dawn<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd nuptial beaches where the ocean couched<\/p>\n

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And the huge chanting of her prophet woods.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFields had she of her solitary mirth,<\/p>\n

Plains hushed and happy in the embrace of light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlone with the cry of birds and hue of flowers,<\/p>\n

And wildernesses of wonder lit by her moons<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd grey seer-evenings kindling with the stars<\/p>\n

And dim movement in the night’s infinitude.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAugust, exulting in her Maker’s eye,<\/p>\n

She felt her nearness to him in earth’s breast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConversed still with a Light behind the veil,<\/p>\n

Still communed with Eternity beyond.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA few and fit inhabitants she called<\/p>\n

To share the glad communion of her peace;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe breadth, the summit were their natural home.<\/p>\n

The strong king-sages from their labour done,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFreed from the warrior tension of their task,<\/p>\n

Came to her serene sessions in these wilds;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe strife was over, the respite lay in front.<\/p>\n

Happy they lived with birds and beasts and flowers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd sunlight and the rustle of the leaves,<\/p>\n

And heard the wild winds wandering in the night,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMused with the stars in their mute constant ranks,<\/p>\n

And lodged in the mornings as in azure tents,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd with the glory of the noons were one.<\/p>\n

Some deeper plunged; from life’s external clasp<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeckoned into a fiery privacy<\/p>\n

In the soul’s unprofaned star-white recess<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey sojourned with an everliving Bliss;<\/p>\n

A Voice profound in the ecstasy and the hush<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey heard, beheld an all-revealing Light.<\/p>\n

All time-made difference they overcame;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world was fibred with their own heart-strings;<\/p>\n

Close drawn to the heart that beats in every breast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey reached the one self in all through boundless love.<\/p>\n

Attuned to Silence and to the world-rhyme,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey loosened the knot of the imprisoning mind;<\/p>\n

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Achieved was the wide untroubled witness gaze,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnsealed was Nature’s great spiritual eye;<\/p>\n

To the height of heights rose now their daily climb:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTruth leaned to them from her supernal realm;<\/p>\n

Above them blazed eternity’s mystic suns.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNameless the austere ascetics without home<\/p>\n

Abandoning speech and motion and desire<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAloof from creatures sat absorbed, alone,<\/p>\n

Immaculate in tranquil heights of self<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn concentration’s luminous voiceless peaks,<\/p>\n

World-naked hermits with their matted hair<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmobile as the passionless great hills<\/p>\n

Around them grouped like thoughts of some vast mood<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAwaiting the Infinite’s behest to end.<\/p>\n

The seers attuned to the universal Will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tContent in Him who smiles behind earth’s forms,<\/p>\n

Abode ungrieved by the insistent days.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbout them like green trees girdling a hill<\/p>\n

Young grave disciples fashioned by their touch,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTrained to the simple act and conscious word,<\/p>\n

Greatened within and grew to meet their heights.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFar-wandering seekers on the Eternal’s path<\/p>\n

Brought to these quiet founts their spirit’s thirst<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd spent the treasure of a silent hour<\/p>\n

Bathed in the purity of the mild gaze<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat, uninsistent, ruled them from its peace,<\/p>\n

And by its influence found the ways of calm.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Infants of the monarchy of the worlds,<\/p>\n

The heroic leaders of a coming time,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKing-children nurtured in that spacious air<\/p>\n

Like lions gambolling in sky and sun<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReceived half-consciously their godlike stamp:<\/p>\n

Formed in the type of the high thoughts they sang<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey learned the wide magnificence of mood<\/p>\n

That makes us comrades of the cosmic urge,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo longer chained to their small separate selves,<\/p>\n

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Plastic and firm beneath the eternal hand,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMet Nature with a bold and friendly clasp<\/p>\n

And served in her the Power that shapes her works.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne-souled to all and free from narrowing bonds,<\/p>\n

Large like a continent of warm sunshine<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn wide equality’s impartial joy,<\/p>\n

These sages breathed for God’s delight in things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssisting the slow entries of the gods,<\/p>\n

Sowing in young minds immortal thoughts they lived,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTaught the great Truth to which man’s race must rise<\/p>\n

Or opened the gates of freedom to a few.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImparting to our struggling world the Light<\/p>\n

They breathed like spirits from Time’s dull yoke released,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tComrades and vessels of the cosmic Force,<\/p>\n

Using a natural mastery like the sun’s:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir speech, their silence was a help to earth.<\/p>\n

A magic happiness flowed from their touch;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOneness was sovereign in that sylvan peace,<\/p>\n

The wild beast joined in friendship with its prey;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPersuading the hatred and the strife to cease<\/p>\n

The love that flows from the one Mother’s breast<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHealed with their hearts the hard and wounded world.<\/p>\n

Others escaped from the confines of thought<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo where Mind motionless sleeps waiting Light’s birth,<\/p>\n

And came back quivering with a nameless Force,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrunk with a wine of lightning in their cells;<\/p>\n

Intuitive knowledge leaping into speech,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeized, vibrant, kindling with the inspired word,<\/p>\n

Hearing the subtle voice that clothes the heavens,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCarrying the splendour that has lit the suns,<\/p>\n

They sang Infinity’s names and deathless powers<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn metres that reflect the moving worlds,<\/p>\n

Sight’s sound-waves breaking from the soul’s great deeps.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSome lost to the person and his strip of thought<\/p>\n

In a motionless ocean of impersonal Power,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSat mighty, visioned with the Infinite’s light,<\/p>\n

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Or, comrades of the everlasting Will,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSurveyed the plan of past and future Time.<\/p>\n

Some winged like birds out of the cosmic sea<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd vanished into a bright and featureless Vast:<\/p>\n

Some silent watched the universal dance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr helped the world by world-indifference.<\/p>\n

Some watched no more merged in a lonely Self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAbsorbed in the trance from which no soul returns,<\/p>\n

All the occult world-lines for ever closed,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe chains of birth and person cast away:<\/p>\n

Some uncompanioned reached the Ineffable.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs floats a sunbeam through a shady place,<\/p>\n

The golden virgin in her carven car<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCame gliding among meditation’s seats.<\/p>\n

Often in twilight mid returning troops<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf cattle thickening with their dust the shades<\/p>\n

When the loud day had slipped below the verge,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArriving in a peaceful hermit grove<\/p>\n

She rested drawing round her like a cloak<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts spirit of patient muse and potent prayer.<\/p>\n

Or near to a lion river’s tawny mane<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd trees that worshipped on a praying shore,<\/p>\n

A domed and templed air’s serene repose<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeckoned to her hurrying wheels to stay their speed.<\/p>\n

In the solemnity of a space that seemed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mind remembering ancient silences,<\/p>\n

Where to the heart great bygone voices called<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the large liberty of brooding seers<\/p>\n

Had left the long impress of their soul’s scene,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAwake in candid dawn or darkness mooned,<\/p>\n

To the still touch inclined the daughter of Flame<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrank in hushed splendour between tranquil lids<\/p>\n

And felt the kinship of eternal calm.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut morn broke in reminding her of her quest<\/p>\n

And from low rustic couch or mat she rose<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tAnd went impelled on her unfinished way<\/p>\n

And followed the fateful orbit of her life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLike a desire that questions silent gods<\/p>\n

Then passes starlike to some bright Beyond.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThence to great solitary tracts she came,<\/p>\n

Where man was a passer-by towards human scenes<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr sole in Nature’s vastness strove to live<\/p>\n

And called for help to ensouled invisible Powers,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOverwhelmed by the immensity of his world<\/p>\n

And unaware of his own infinity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe earth multiplied to her a changing brow<\/p>\n

And called her with a far and nameless voice.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe mountains in their anchorite solitude,<\/p>\n

The forests with their multitudinous chant<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDisclosed to her the masked divinity’s doors.<\/p>\n

On dreaming plains, an indolent expanse,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe death-bed of a pale enchanted eve<\/p>\n

Under the glamour of a sunken sky,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImpassive she lay as at an age’s end,<\/p>\n

Or crossed an eager pack of huddled hills<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLifting their heads to hunt a lairlike sky,<\/p>\n

Or travelled in a strange and empty land<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhere desolate summits camped in a weird heaven,<\/p>\n

Mute sentinels beneath a drifting moon,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr wandered in some lone tremendous wood<\/p>\n

Ringing for ever with the crickets’ cry<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr followed a long glistening serpent road<\/p>\n

Through fields and pastures lapped in moveless light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr reached the wild beauty of a desert space<\/p>\n

Where never plough was driven nor herd had grazed<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd slumbered upon stripped and thirsty sands<\/p>\n

Amid the savage wild-beast night’s appeal.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStill unaccomplished was the fateful quest;<\/p>\n

Still she found not the one predestined face<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor which she sought amid the sons of men.<\/p>\n

A grandiose silence wrapped the regal day:<\/p>\n

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The months had fed the passion of the sun<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd now his burning breath assailed the soil.<\/p>\n

The tiger heats prowled through the fainting earth;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was licked up as by a lolling tongue.<\/p>\n

The spring winds failed; the sky was set like bronze.<\/p>\n

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