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\n\t\t\tCanto Fourteen <\/font><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nThe World-Soul<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tA <\/font>COVERT<\/b> answer to his seeking came.<\/p>\n

In a far shimmering background of Mind-Space<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA glowing mouth was seen, a luminous shaft;<\/p>\n

A recluse gate it seemed, musing on joy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA veiled retreat and escape to mystery.<\/p>\n

Away from the unsatisfied surface world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt fled into the bosom of the unknown,<\/p>\n

A well, a tunnel of the depths of God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt plunged as if a mystic groove of hope<\/p>\n

Through many layers of formless voiceless self<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo reach the last profound of the world’s heart,<\/p>\n

And from that heart there surged a wordless call<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPleading with some still impenetrable Mind,<\/p>\n

Voicing some passionate unseen desire.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if a beckoning finger of secrecy<\/p>\n

Outstretched into a crystal mood of air,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPointing at him from some near hidden depth,<\/p>\n

As if a message from the world’s deep soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn intimation of a lurking joy<\/p>\n

That flowed out from a cup of brooding bliss,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere shimmered stealing out into the Mind<\/p>\n

A mute and quivering ecstasy of light,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA passion and delicacy of roseate fire.<\/p>\n

As one drawn to his lost spiritual home<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFeels now the closeness of a waiting love,<\/p>\n

Into a passage dim and tremulous<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat clasped him in from day and night’s pursuit,<\/p>\n

He travelled led by a mysterious sound.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA murmur multitudinous and lone,<\/p>\n

All sounds it was in turn, yet still the same.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA hidden call to unforeseen delight<\/p>\n

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In the summoning voice of one long-known, well-loved,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut nameless to the unremembering mind,<\/p>\n

It led to rapture back the truant heart.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe immortal cry ravished the captive ear.<\/p>\n

Then, lowering its imperious mystery,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt sank to a whisper circling round the soul.<\/p>\n

It seemed the yearning of a lonely flute<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat roamed along the shores of memory<\/p>\n

And filled the eyes with tears of longing joy.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA cricket’s rash and fiery single note,<\/p>\n

It marked with shrill melody night’s moonless hush<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd beat upon a nerve of mystic sleep<\/p>\n

Its high insistent magical reveille.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA jingling silver laugh of anklet bells<\/p>\n

Travelled the roads of a solitary heart;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts dance solaced an eternal loneliness:<\/p>\n

An old forgotten sweetness sobbing came.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr from a far harmonious distance heard<\/p>\n

The tinkling pace of a long caravan<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt seemed at times, or a vast forest’s hymn,<\/p>\n

The solemn reminder of a temple gong,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA bee-croon honey-drunk in summer isles<\/p>\n

Ardent with ecstasy in a slumbrous noon,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr the far anthem of a pilgrim sea.<\/p>\n

An incense floated in the quivering air,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mystic happiness trembled in the breast<\/p>\n

As if the invisible Beloved had come<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssuming the sudden loveliness of a face<\/p>\n

And close glad hands could seize his fugitive feet<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the world change with the beauty of a smile.<\/p>\n

Into a wonderful bodiless realm he came,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe home of a passion without name or voice,<\/p>\n

A depth he felt answering to every height,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA nook was found that could embrace all worlds,<\/p>\n

A point that was the conscious knot of Space,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn hour eternal in the heart of Time.<\/p>\n

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The silent Soul of all the world was there:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Being lived, a Presence and a Power,<\/p>\n

A single Person who was himself and all<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd cherished Nature’s sweet and dangerous throbs<\/p>\n

Transfigured into beats divine and pure.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne who could love without return for love,<\/p>\n

Meeting and turning to the best the worst,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt healed the bitter cruelties of earth,<\/p>\n

Transforming all experience to delight;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIntervening in the sorrowful paths of birth<\/p>\n

It rocked the cradle of the cosmic Child<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd stilled all weeping with its hand of joy;<\/p>\n

It led things evil towards their secret good,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt turned racked falsehood into happy truth;<\/p>\n

Its power was to reveal divinity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInfinite, coeval with the mind of God,<\/p>\n

It bore within itself a seed, a flame,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA seed from which the Eternal is new-born,<\/p>\n

A flame that cancels death in mortal things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll grew to all kindred and self and near;<\/p>\n

The intimacy of God was everywhere,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo veil was felt, no brute barrier inert,<\/p>\n

Distance could not divide, Time could not change.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fire of passion burned in spirit-depths,<\/p>\n

A constant touch of sweetness linked all hearts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe throb of one adoration’s single bliss<\/p>\n

In a rapt ether of undying love.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn inner happiness abode in all,<\/p>\n

A sense of universal harmonies,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA measureless secure eternity<\/p>\n

Of truth and beauty and good and joy made one.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere was the welling core of finite life;<\/p>\n

A formless spirit became the soul of form.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll there was soul or made of sheer soul-stuff;<\/p>\n

A sky of soul covered a deep soul-ground.<\/p>\n

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All here was known by a spiritual sense:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThought was not there but a knowledge near and one<\/p>\n

Seized on all things by a moved identity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sympathy of self with other selves,<\/p>\n

The touch of consciousness on consciousness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd being’s look on being with inmost gaze<\/p>\n

And heart laid bare to heart without walls of speech<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the unanimity of seeing minds<\/p>\n

In myriad forms luminous with the one God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife was not there, but an impassioned force,<\/p>\n

Finer than fineness, deeper than the deeps,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFelt as a subtle and spiritual power,<\/p>\n

A quivering out from soul to answering soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mystic movement, a close influence,<\/p>\n

A free and happy and intense approach<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf being to being with no screen or check,<\/p>\n

Without which life and love could never have been.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBody was not there, for bodies were needed not,<\/p>\n

The soul itself was its own deathless form<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd met at once the touch of other souls<\/p>\n

Close, blissful, concrete, wonderfully true.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs when one walks in sleep through luminous dreams<\/p>\n

And, conscious, knows the truth their figures mean,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere where reality was its own dream,<\/p>\n

He knew things by their soul and not their shape:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs those who have lived long made one in love<\/p>\n

Need word nor sign for heart’s reply to heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe met and communed without bar of speech<\/p>\n

With beings unveiled by a material frame.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was a strange spiritual scenery,<\/p>\n

A loveliness of lakes and streams and hills,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA flow, a fixity in a soul-space,<\/p>\n

And plains and valleys, stretches of soul-joy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd gardens that were flower-tracts of the spirit,<\/p>\n

Its meditations of tinged reverie.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAir was the breath of a pure infinite.<\/p>\n

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A fragrance wandered in a coloured haze<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if the scent and hue of all sweet flowers<\/p>\n

Had mingled to copy heaven’s atmosphere.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAppealing to the soul and not the eye<\/p>\n

Beauty lived there at home in her own house,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere all was beautiful by its own right<\/p>\n

And needed not the splendour of a robe.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll objects were like bodies of the Gods,<\/p>\n

A spirit symbol environing a soul,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor world and self were one reality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImmersed in voiceless internatal trance<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe beings that once wore forms on earth sat there<\/p>\n

In shining chambers of spiritual sleep.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPassed were the pillar-posts of birth and death,<\/p>\n

Passed was their little scene of symbol deeds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPassed were the heavens and hells of their long road;<\/p>\n

They had returned into the world’s deep soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll now was gathered into pregnant rest:<\/p>\n

Person and nature suffered a slumber change.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn trance they gathered back their bygone selves,<\/p>\n

In a background memory’s foreseeing muse<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tProphetic of new personality<\/p>\n

Arranged the map of their coming destiny’s course:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeirs of their past, their future’s discoverers,<\/p>\n

Electors of their own self-chosen lot,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey waited for the adventure of new life.<\/p>\n

A Person persistent through the lapse of worlds,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlthough the same for ever in many shapes<\/p>\n

By the outward mind unrecognisable,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAssuming names unknown in unknown climes<\/p>\n

Imprints through Time upon the earth’s worn page<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA growing figure of its secret self,<\/p>\n

And learns by experience what the spirit knew,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill it can see its truth alive and God.<\/p>\n

Once more they must face the problem-game of birth,<\/p>\n

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The soul’s experiment of joy and grief<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd thought and impulse lighting the blind act,<\/p>\n

And venture on the roads of circumstance,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrough inner movements and external scenes<\/p>\n

Travelling to self across the forms of things.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto creation’s centre he had come.<\/p>\n

The spirit wandering from state to state<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFinds here the silence of its starting-point<\/p>\n

In the formless force and the still fixity<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd brooding passion of the world of Soul.<\/p>\n

All that is made and once again unmade,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe calm persistent vision of the One<\/p>\n

Inevitably re-makes, it lives anew:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tForces and lives and beings and ideas<\/p>\n

Are taken into the stillness for a while;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere they remould their purpose and their drift,<\/p>\n

Recast their nature and re-form their shape.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEver they change and changing ever grow,<\/p>\n

And passing through a fruitful stage of death<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd after long reconstituting sleep<\/p>\n

Resume their place in the process of the Gods<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUntil their work in cosmic Time is done.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere was the fashioning chamber of the worlds.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn interval was left twixt act and act,<\/p>\n

Twixt birth and birth, twixt dream and waking dream,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA pause that gave new strength to do and be.<\/p>\n

Beyond were regions of delight and peace,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMute birthplaces of light and hope and love,<\/p>\n

And cradles of heavenly rapture and repose.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a slumber of the voices of the world<\/p>\n

He of the eternal moment grew aware;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis knowledge stripped bare of the garbs of sense<\/p>\n

Knew by identity without thought or word;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis being saw itself without its veils,<\/p>\n

Life’s line fell from the spirit’s infinity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlong a road of pure interior light,<\/p>\n

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Alone between tremendous Presences,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnder the watching eyes of nameless Gods,<\/p>\n

His soul passed on, a single conscious power,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTowards the end which ever begins again,<\/p>\n

Approaching through a stillness dumb and calm<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the source of all things human and divine.<\/p>\n

There he beheld in their mighty union’s poise<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe figure of the deathless Two-in-One,<\/p>\n

A single being in two bodies clasped,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA diarchy of two united souls,<\/p>\n

Seated absorbed in deep creative joy;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir trance of bliss sustained the mobile world.<\/p>\n

Behind them in a morning dusk One stood<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho brought them forth from the Unknowable.<\/p>\n

Ever disguised she awaits the seeking spirit;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWatcher on the supreme unreachable peaks,<\/p>\n

Guide of the traveller of the unseen paths,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe guards the austere approach to the Alone.<\/p>\n

At the beginning of each far-spread plane<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPervading with her power the cosmic suns<\/p>\n

She reigns, inspirer of its multiple works<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd thinker of the symbol of its scene.<\/p>\n

Above them all she stands supporting all,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe sole omnipotent Goddess ever-veiled<\/p>\n

Of whom the world is the inscrutable mask;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe ages are the footfalls of her tread,<\/p>\n

Their happenings the figure of her thoughts,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all creation is her endless act.<\/p>\n

His spirit was made a vessel of her force;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMute in the fathomless passion of his will<\/p>\n

He outstretched to her his folded hands of prayer.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen in a sovereign answer to his heart<\/p>\n

A gesture came as of worlds thrown away,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd from her raiment’s lustrous mystery raised<\/p>\n

One arm half-parted the eternal veil.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA light appeared still and imperishable.<\/p>\n

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Attracted to the large and luminous depths<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf the ravishing enigma of her eyes,<\/p>\n

He saw the mystic outline of a face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOverwhelmed by her implacable light and bliss,<\/p>\n

An atom of her illimitable self<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMastered by the honey and lightning of her power,<\/p>\n

Tossed towards the shores of her ocean-ecstasy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrunk with a deep golden spiritual wine,<\/p>\n

He cast from the rent stillness of his soul<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA cry of adoration and desire<\/p>\n

And the surrender of his boundless mind<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the self-giving of his silent heart.<\/p>\n

He fell down at her feet unconscious, prone.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tCANTO<\/font> FOURTEEN<\/font><\/p>\n

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