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\nPoems from Manuscripts <\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tCirca 1912 \u00ad 1913<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe Descent of Ahana<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tStrayed from the roads of Time, far-couched on the void I have slumbered;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCenturies passed me unnoticed, millenniums perished unnumbered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI, Ahana, slept. In the stream of thy sevenfold Ocean,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeing, how hast thou laboured without me? Whence was thy motion?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot without me can thy nature be satisfied. But I came fleeing; 
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\nVexed was my soul with the joys of sound and weary of seeing;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the deeps of my nature I lapsed, I escaped into slumber.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of the silence who call me back to the clamour and cumber?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhy should I go with you? What hast thou done in return for my labour,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWorld? what wage had my soul when its strength was thy neighbour,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThough I have loved all, working and suffering, giving them pleasure?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have escaped from it all; I have fled from the pitiless pressure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSilence vast and pure, again to thy wideness receive me;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor unto thee I turn back from those who would use me and grieve me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nNay, thou art thrilled, O goddess; thy calm thou shalt not recover,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut must come down to this world of pain and the need of thy lover.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nJoy as thou canst, endure as thou must, but bend to our uses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVainly thy heart repines, 
\n\t\t\t\u2014  thou wast made for this,  \u2014  vainly refuses.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tVoices of joy, from the roseate arbour of sense and the places<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrilled with the song and the scent and peopled with beautiful faces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLong in your closes of springtime, lured to joyaunce unsated<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTarried my heart, and I walked in your meadows, your chaplets I plaited,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPlayed in your gardens of ease and, careless of blasts in the distance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPaced, pursued by the winds, your orchard of autumn’s persistence,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSaw on the dance of a ripple your lotus that slumbers and quivers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeard your nightingales warbling in covert by moon-gilded rivers.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBut I relinquished your streams and I turned from your moonbeams and flowers;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow I have done with space and my soul is released from the hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSaved is my heart from the need of joy, the attraction to sorrow,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho have escaped from my past and forgotten today and tomorrow;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI have grown vacant and mighty, naked and wide as the azure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill you now plant in this blast, on this snow your roses of pleasure?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnce was a dwelling here that was made for the dance of the Graces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut I have hewn down its gardens and ravaged its delicate places,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDriven the revellers out from their pleasaunce to wander unfriended,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlung down the walls and over the debris written ’tis ended.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow, and I know not yet wherefore, the Mighty One suffers you near Him,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut in their coming the great Gods hesitate seeming to fear Him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThought returns to my soul like a stranger. Sweetness and feature<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDraw back appalled to their kind from the frozen vasts of my nature.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTurn back you also, angels of yearning, vessels of sweetness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave I not wandered from Time, left ecstasy, outstripped completeness?<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nGoddess, we moaned upon earth and we wandered exiled from heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tJoy from us fled; our hearts to the worm and the arrow were given.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOld delights we remembered, natures of ecstasy keeping,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHastened from rose to rose, but were turned back wounded and weeping:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSnatches of pleasure we seized; they were haunted and challenged by sorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMarred was our joy of the day by a cloud and the dread of the morrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStar of infinity, we have beheld thee bright and unmoving<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeated above us, in tracts unattained by us, throned beyond loving.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLonely thou sittest above in the fruitless vasts of the Spirit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWaitest thou, goddess, then for a fairer world to inherit?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWilt thou not perfect this rather that sprang too from Wisdom and Power?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTaking the earthly rose canst thou image not Heaven in a flower?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNay, if thou save not this, will another rise from the spaces?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs not the past fulfilled that gives room for the future faces?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWinging like bees to thy limbs we made haste like flames through the azure;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO we were ploughed with delight, we were pierced as with arrows of
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\nRapture yearned and the Uswins cried to us; Indra arising<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGazed from the heights of his mental realms and the moonbeams surprising<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlowed on him out of the regions immortal; their nectar slowly<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMixed with the scattered roses of dawn and mastered us wholly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome, come down to us, Woman divine, whom the world unforgetting<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYearns for still, 
\n\t\t\t\u2014  we will draw thee, O star, from thy colourless setting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGoddess, we understand thee not; Woman, we know not thy nature;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis yet we know, we have need of thee here in our world of misfeature.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore we call to thee and would compel if our hands could but reach thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO, we have means to compel; we have many a sweetness to teach thee<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCharming thee back to thy task mid our fields and our sunbeams and flowers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWeaving a net for thy feet with the snare of the moonlit hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nSpirits of helpless rapture, spirits of sweetness and playtime,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrilled with my honey of night and drunk with my wine of the daytime,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf there were strengths that could seize on the world for their passion and rapture,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf there were souls that could hunt after God as a prey for their capture,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuch might aspire to possess me. I am Ahana the mighty,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI am Ashtaroth, I am the goddess, divine Aphrodite.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYou have a thirst full sweet, but earth’s vineyards quickly assuage it:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere must be thoughts that outmeasure existence, strengths that besiege it,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNatures fit for my vastness! Return to your haunts, O ye shadows<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeautiful. Not of my will I descend to the bee-haunted meadows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRivulets stealing through flowers. Let those who are mighty aspire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGods if there are of such greatness, to seize on the world’s Desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nGood, it is spoken. We wait thee, Ahana, where fugitive traces<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCame of the hunted prey of the Titans in desert places<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrod by thee once, when the world was mighty and violent. Risen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHark, they ascend; they are freed by thy call from the seals of their prison.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tRush I can hear as of wings in the void and the march of a nation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShapes of old mightiness visit me; movements of ancient elation<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStride and return in my soul, and it turns like an antelope fleeing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat was the cry that thou drewst from my bosom, Lord of my being?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLo, their souls are cast on my soul like forms on a mirror!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHark, they arise, they aspire, they are near, and I shudder with terror,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tQuake with delight and attraction. Lord of the worlds, dost Thou leave me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBare for their seizing? of peace and of strength in a moment bereave me?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLong hast Thou kept me safe in Thy soul, but I lose my defences.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThought streams fast on me; joy is awake and the strife of the senses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAh, their clutch on my feet! my thighs are seized by them! Legions<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMighty around me they stride; I feel them filling the regions.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeest Thou their hands on my locks? Wilt Thou suffer it, Master of Nature?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI am Thy force and Thy strength; wilt Thou hand me enslaved to Thy creature?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeadlong they drag me down to their dreadful worlds far below me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat will you do with me there, O you mighty Ones? Speak to me, show me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne of your faces, teach me one of your names while you ravish,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDragging my arms and my knees while you hurry me. Tell me what lavish<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEcstasy, show me what torture immense you seize me for. Quittance<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen shall I have from my labour? What term has your tyranny, Titans?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMasters fierce of your worlds who would conquer the higher creation,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat is your will with me, giants of violence, lords of elation?<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tIn the beginning of things when nought was abroad but the waters,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOcean stirred with longing his mighty and deep-bosomed daughters.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of that longing we rose from the voiceless heart of the Ocean;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCandid, unwarmed, O Ahana, the spaces empty of motion<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStretched, enormous, silent, void of the breath of thy greatness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHushed to thy sweetnesses, fixed in the calm of their ancient sedateness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe are the gods who have mapped out Time and measured its spaces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRaised there our mansions of pride and planted our amorous places.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTrembling like flowers appeared in the void the immense constellations;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGods grew possessed of their heavens, earth rose with her joy-haunted nations.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nCalm were we, mighty, magnificent, hunting and seizing<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhatso we willed through the world in a rapture that thought not of
\nceasing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut thou hast turned from us, favouring gods who are slighter and fairer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwift-footed, subtle of mind; but the sword was too great for the bearer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeavy the sceptre weighed upon hands not created to bear it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCruel and jealous the gods of thy choice were, cunning of spirit,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuave were their eyes of beauty that mastered thy heart, O woman!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey who to govern our world, made it tarnished, sorrowful, common.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMystic and vast our world, but they hoped in their smallness to sum it<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSchooled and coerced in themselves and they sank an ignorant plummet<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto infinity, shaping a limited beauty and power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nConfident, figuring Space in an inch and Time in an hour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTherefore pleasure was troubled and beauty tarnished, madness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMated with knowledge, the heart of purity sullied with sadness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStrife began twixt the Infinite deathless within and the measure<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFalsely imposed from without on its thought and its force and its pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe who could help were condemned in their sunless Hells to languish,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShaking the world with the heave of our limbs, for our breath was an anguish.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere were we cast down, met and repulsed by the speed of their thunder,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth piled on us, our Mother; her heart of fire burned under.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow we escape, we are free; our triumph and bliss are before us,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth is our prey and the heavens our hunting ground; stars in their chorus<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChant, wide-wheeling, our paean; the world is awake and rejoices:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHast thou not heard its trampling of strengths and its rapturous voices?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs not our might around thee yet? does not our thunder-winged fleetness<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDrag thee down yet to the haunts of our strength and the cups of our
\nsweetness?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere thou shalt suffer couched on our mountains, over them stretching<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll thy defenceless bliss, thy pangs to eternity reaching.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou shalt be taken and whelmed in our trampling and bottomless Oceans,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChained to the rocks of the world and condemned to our giant emotions.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tViolent joy thou shalt have of us, raptures and ruthless revulsions<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRacking and tearing thee, and each thrill of thy honeyed convulsions,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe, as it shakes the mountains, we as thou spurnst up the waters,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLaughing shall turn to a joy for Delight and her pitiless daughters.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThey shall be changed to a strength for the gods and for death-besieged natures.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen we have conquered, when thou hast yielded to earth and her creatures,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBoundless, thy strength, O Ahana, delivered, thy sorrowless joyaunce,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHope, if thou canst, release from the meed of thy pride and defiance.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nGods irresistible, blasts of His violence, fighters eternal,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChurners of Ocean, stormers of Heaven! but limits diurnal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChafe you and bonds of the Night. I know in my soul I am given,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRacked, to your joys as a sacrifice, writhing, to raise you to heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore you seize on me, vanquish and carry me swift to my falling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFain would I linger, fain resist, to Infinity calling;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut you possess all my limbs, you compel me, giants of evil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAm I then doomed to your darkness and violence, moonlight and revel?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHast thou no pity, O Earth, my soul from this death to deliver?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho are you, luminous movements? around me you glimmer and quiver,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVisible, not to the eyes, and not audible, circling you call me,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTeaching my soul with sound, O you joys that shall seize and befall me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat are you, lords of the brightness vague that aspires, but fulfils not?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor you possess and retire, but your yearning quenches not, stills not.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet is your touch a pleasure that thrills all my soul with its sweetness;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI am in love with your whispers and snared by your bright incompleteness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpeak to me, comfort me falling. Bearing eternity follow<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDown to the hills of my pain and into the Ocean’s hollow.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tWe are the Ancients of knowledge, Ahana, the Sons of the Morning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy dost thou cry to us, Daughter of Bliss, who left us with scorning?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe too dwelt in delight when these were supreme in their spaces;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe too were riven with pain when they fell down prone from their places.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHast thou forgotten the world as it was ere thou fledst from our nations?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDost thou remember at all the joy of the ancient creations?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrilled were its streams with our intimate bliss and our happy contriving;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSound was a song and movement the dance of our rhythmical living.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of our devious delight came the senses and all their deceptions;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nEarth was our ring of bliss and the map of our mighty conceptions.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor we sustained the inert sitting secret in clod and in petal,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd we awoke to a twilight of life in the leaf and the metal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tActive we dreamed in the mind and we ordered our dreams to a measure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMaking an image of pain and shaping an idol of pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGood we have made by our thoughts and sin by our fear and recoiling;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt was our weakness invented grief, O delight! reconciling<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlways the touch that was borne with strength that went out for possessing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSomewhere, somehow we failed; there was discord, a pang, a regressing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGoddess, His whispers bewildered us; over us vainly aspirant<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGalloped the throng of His strengths like the steeds of a pitiless tyrant.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSince in the woods of the world we have wandered, thrust from sereneness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nErring mid pleasures that fled and dangers that coiled in the greenness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSomeone surrounds and possesses our lives whom we cannot discover,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSomeone our heart in its hunger pursues with the moans of a lover.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKnowledge faints in its toil, amasses but loses its guerdon;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrength is a worker blinded and maimed who is chained to his burden,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLove a seeker astray; he finds in a seeming, then misses;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWeariness hampers his feet. Desire with unsatisfied kisses<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tClings to each object she lights upon, loving, forsaking, returning:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEarth is filled with her sobs and the cry of her fruitlessly burning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll things we sounded here. Everything leaves us or fails in the spending;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrength has its weakness, knowledge its night and joy has its ending.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs it not thou who shalt rescue us, freeing the Titans, the Graces?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHast thou not hidden thyself with the mask of a million faces?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNay, from thyself thou art hidden; thy secret intention thou shunnest<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd from the joy thou hast willed like an antelope fleest and runnest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou shalt be forced, O Ahana, to bear enjoyment and knowing<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTermlessly. Come, O come from thy whiteness and distance, thou glowing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMighty and hundred-ecstasied Woman! Daughter of Heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUsha, descend to thy pastimes below and thy haunts that are given.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe-wolf avid of cruelty, lioness eager for battle,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTigress that prowlst in the night and leapest out dire on the cattle,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSarama, dog of the heavens, thou image of grosser enjoying,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHungry slave of the worlds, incessantly pawing and toying,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSnake of delight and of poison, gambolling beast of the meadows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome to thy pastures, Ahana, sport in the sunbeams and shadows.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNaiad swimming through streams and Dryad fleeing through forest<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWild from the clutch of the Satyr! Ahana who breakst and restorest!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOread, mountain Echo, cry to the rocks in thy running!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNymph in recess and in haunt the pursuit and the melody shunning!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGiantess, cruel and false and grand! Gandharvi that singest<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeavenward! bird exultant through storm and through sapphire who
\nwingest!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCentauress galloping wild through the woods of Him\u00e2loy  high-crested!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYakshini brooding o’er treasure down in earth’s bowels arrested!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDemoness gnashing thy teeth in the burial-ground! Titaness striding<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRestless through worlds for thy rest, the brain and the bosom not ridding<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven one hour of the ferment-waste and the load beyond bearing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRecklessly slaying the peoples in anger, recklessly sparing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpending the strength that is thine to inherit the doom of another!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGoddess of pity who yearnst and who helpest, Durga, our Mother!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBrooder in Delphi’s caverns, Voice in the groves of Dodona!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGoddess serene of an ancient progeny, Dian, Latona!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVirgin! ascetic frank or remote, Athene the mighty!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHarlot supine to the worlds, insatiate white Aphrodite!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHundred-named art thou, goddess, a hundred-formed, and thy bosom<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrills all the world with its breasts. O starlight, O mountain, O blossom!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRain that descendest kissing our lips and lightning that slayest!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou who destroyest to save, to delight who hurtst and dismayest!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou art our mother and sister and bride. O girdled with splendour,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCruel and bright as the sun, O moonlike, mystic and tender!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou art the perfect peopling of Space, O Ahana; thou only<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFillest Time with thy forms. Leave then thy eternity lonely,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome! from thy summits descending arrive to us, Daughter of Heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUsha, Dawn of the world, for our ways to thy footsteps are given.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrength thou hast built for the floor of the world and delight for its rafter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCalm are thy depths, O Ahana; above is thy hundred-mouthed laughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRapture can fail not in thee though he rend like a lion preying<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBody and soul with his ecstasies vast. Thou for ever delaying,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFeigning to end, shalt renew thyself, never exhausting his blisses,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tJoy shall be in thy bosom satisfied never with kisses;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrength from thy breasts drawing force of the Titans shall unrelaxing<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStride through the worlds at his work. One shall drive him ruthlessly taxing<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSinew and nerve, though our slave, yet seized, driven, helpless to tire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBorne by unstumbling speed to the goal of a God’s desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat shall thy roof be, crown of thy building? Knowledge, sublimely,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHigh on her vaulted arches where thought, half-lost, wings dimly,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLuring the flaming heart above and the soul to its shadows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWinging wide like a bird through the night and the moonlit meadows.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVast, uncompelled we shall range released and at peace with our nature,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReconciled, knowing ourselves. To her pain and the longings that reach her<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome from thy summits, Ahana; come! our desire unrelenting<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHales thee down from God and He smiles at thee sweetly consenting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLo, she is hurried down and the regions live in her tresses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWorlds, she descends to you! Peoples, she nears with her mighty caresses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan in his sojourn, Gods in their going, Titans exultant<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrill with thy fall, O Ahana, and wait for the godhead resultant.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tCalm like a goddess, alarmed like a bride is my spirit descending,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFalling, O Gods, to your arms. I know my beginning and ending;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll I have known and I am not astonished; alarmed and attracted<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore my soul descends foreknowing the rapture exacted,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGulf of the joys you would doom me to, torment of infinite striving,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTravail of knowledge. Was I not made for your mightier living?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGods, I am falling, I am descending, cast down as for ever,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrown as a slave at your feet and a tool for your ruthless endeavour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet while I fall, I will threaten you. Hope shall be yours, so it trembles.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have a bliss that destroys and the death in me wooes and dissembles.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWill you not suffer then my return to my peace beyond telling?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou have accepted death for your pastime, Titans rebelling!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHope then from pain delight and from death an immortal stature!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSlaves of her instruments, rise to be equals and tyrants of Nature!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLay not your hands so fiercely upon me! compel me not, falling!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGods, you shall rue it who heed not the cry of my prayer and my calling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t‘Tis not a merciful One that you seize. I fall and, arisen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEarth strides towards me. Gods, my possessors, kingdoms, my prison,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo shall you prosper or die as you use or misuse and deceive me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVast, I descend from God. O world and its masters, receive me!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLo, on the hills I have paused, on the peaks of the world I have halted<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere in the middle realms of Varuna the world-wide-exalted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGods, who have drawn me down to the labour and sobs of creation,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFirst I would speak with the troubled hearts and the twilit nation,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpeak then, I bend my ear to the far terrestrial calling,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpeak, O thou toiling race of humanity, welcome me falling,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpace for whose use in a boundless thought was unrolled and extended;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTime in its cycles waited for man. Though his kingdom is ended,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere in a speck mid the suns and his life is a throb in the aeons,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet, O you Titans and Gods, O Rudras, O strong Aditeians,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan is the centre and knot; he is first, though the last in the ages.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI would remember your cycles, recover your vanished pages;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have the vials divine, I rain down the honey and manna;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpeak, O thou soul of humanity, knowing me. I am Ahana.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tA VOICE<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVision bright, that walkest crowned on the hills far above me,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVision of bliss, stoop down from thy calm and thy silence to love me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly is calm so sweet? Is our end tranquillity only?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChill are your rivers of peace and their banks are leafless and lonely.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArt thou not sated with sunlight only, cold in its lustre?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nArt thou not weary of only the stars in their solemn muster?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlways the hills and the high-hung plateaus, 
\n\t\t\t\u2014  solitude’s voices<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMaking the silence lonelier! Only the eagle rejoices<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the inhuman height of his nesting, 
\n\t\t\t\u2014  austerely striving,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeaf with the cry of the waterfall, only the pine there is thriving.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe have the voice of the cuckoo, the nightingale sings in the branches,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHuman laughter leads and the cattle low in the ranches.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCome to our tangled sunbeams, dawn on our twilights and shadows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTaste with us, scent with us fruits of our trees and flowers of our meadows.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArt thou an angel of God in His heavens that they vaunt of, His sages?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSkies of monotonous calm and His stillness filling the ages?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs He thy master, Rudra the mighty, Shiva ascetic?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHas He denied thee his worlds? In His dance that they tell of, ecstatic,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSlaying, creating, calm in the midst of His movement and madness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWas there no place for an earthly joy, for a human sadness?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDid He not make us and thee? O Woman, joy’s delicate blossom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSleeps in thy lids of delight! All Nature laughs in thy bosom<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHiding her children unborn and the food of her love and her laughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs He then first? Was there none before Him? shall none come after?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe too have gods, 
\n\t\t\t\u2014  the Tritons rise in the leap of the billows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEmerald locks of the Nereids stream on their foam-crested pillows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDryads sway out from the branches, Naiads glance up through the waters;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven has dances of joy and the gods are ensnared by her daughters.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArtemis calls as she flees through the glades and the breezes pursue her,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCypris laughs in her isles where the Ocean-winds linger to woo her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou shalt behold in glades forgotten the dance of the Graces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNight shall be haunted for ever with strange and delicate faces.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLo, all these peoples and who was it fashioned them? Who is unwilling<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill to have done with it? laughs beyond pain and saves in the killing?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNature, you say; but is God then her enemy? Was she created,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe unknowing or sleeping? Did someone transgress the fated<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLimits He set, outwitting God? Nay, we know it was fashioned<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy the Almighty One, million-ecstasied, thousand-passioned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut He created a discord within it, fashioned a limit?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFashioned or feigned? for He set completeness beyond. To disclaim it,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo be content with our measure, they say, is the law of our living.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRather to follow always and, baffled, still to go striving.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYes, it is true that we dash ourselves stark on a barrier appearing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFall and are wounded. But He insists who is in us, the fearing<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConquers, the grief. We resist; His temptations leap down compelling;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVirtue cheats us with noble names to a lofty rebelling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFiercely His wrath and His jealousy strike down the rebel aspiring,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThick and persistent His night confronts our eager inquiring;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet ’tis His strengths descend crying always, “Rebel; aspire!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill through the night He sends rays, to our bosoms a quenchless fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMost to our joys He sets limits, most with His pangs He perplexes;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet when we faint it is He that spurs. Temptation vexes;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHonied a thousand whispers come, in the birds, in the breezes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoonlight, the voice of the streams; from hundreds of beautiful faces<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAlways He cries to us, “Love me!”, always He lures us to pleasure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen escapes and leaves anguish behind for our only treasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShall we not say then that joy is greatest, rapture His meaning?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat which He most denies, is His purpose. The hedges, the screening,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre they not all His play? In our end we have rapture for ever<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCareless of Time, with no fear of the end, with no need for endeavour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat was the garden He built when the stars were first set in their places,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMan and woman together mid streams and in cloudless spaces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNaked and innocent? Someone offered a fruit of derision,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKnowledge of good and of evil, cleaving in God a division,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThough He who made all, said, “It is good; I have fashioned perfection.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Nay, there is evil,” someone whispered, “’tis screened from detection.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWisest he of the beasts of the field, one cunning and creeping.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“See it,” he said, “be wise. You shall be as the gods are, unsleeping,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey who know all,” and they ate. The roots of our being were shaken;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHatred and weeping and death at once trampled a world overtaken,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTerror and fleeing and wrath and shame and desire unsated;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCruelty stalked like a lion; Revenge and her brood were created.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut to the desert He drove the rebellious. Flaming behind them<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tStreamed out the sword of His wrath; it followed, eager to find them,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStabbing at random. The pure and the evil, the strong and the tempted,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll are confounded in punishment. Justly is no one exempted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVirtuous? Yes, there are many; but who is there innocent? Toiling,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTherefore, we seek, but find not that Eden. Planting and spoiling,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“This is the garden,” we say, “lo, the trees! and this is the river.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVainly! Redeemers come, but none yet availed to deliver.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs it not all His play? Is He Rudra only, the mighty?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhose are the whispers of sweetness? Whence are the murmurs of pity?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy are we terrified then, cry out and draw back from the smiting?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBlows of a lover, perhaps, intended for fiercer inciting!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYes, but the cruelty, yes, but the empty pain we go ruing!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEdges of sweetness, it may be, call to a swifter pursuing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWas it not He in Brind\u00e2vun? O woods divine to our yearning,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMemorable always! O flowers, O delight on the treetops burning!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGrasses His kine have grazed and crushed by His feet in the dancing!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYamuna flowing with sound, through the greenness always advancing!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYou unforgotten remind! For His flute with its sweetness ensnaring<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSounds in our ears in the night and our souls of their teguments baring<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHales them out naked and absolute, out to His woodlands eternal,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut to His moonlit dances, His dalliance sweet and supernal,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd we go stumbling, maddened and thrilled, to His dreadful embraces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSlaves of His rapture to
\n\t\t\tBrind\u00e2vun crowded with amorous faces,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLuminous kine in the green glades seated soft-eyed grazing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlowers from the branches distressing us, moonbeams unearthly amazing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYamuna flowing before us, laughing low with her voices,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBrind\u00e2vun arching o’er us where Shy\u00e2ma sports and rejoices.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat though ’tis true that the river of Life through the Valley of Peril<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlows! But the diamond shines on the cliffside, jacinth and beryl<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGleam in the crannies, sapphire, smaragdus the roadway bejewel,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDown in the jaws of the savage mountains granite and cruel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho has not fathomed once all the voiceless threat of those mountains?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlways the wide-pacing river of Life from its far-off fountains<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlows down mighty and broad, like a warhorse brought from its manger<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArching its neck as it paces grand to the gorges of danger.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSometimes we hesitate, often start and would turn from the trial,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVainly: a fierce Inhabitant drives and brooks no denial.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeadlong, o’ercome with a stridulant horror the river descending<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShudders below into sunless depths among chasms unending,  \u2014
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\nAngry, afraid, white, foaming. A stony and monstrous resistance<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMeets it, piling up stubborn limits, an iron insistence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet in the midst of our labour and weeping not utterly lonely<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWander our steps, nor are terror and grief our portion only.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDo we not hear in the heart of the peril a flute go before us?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAre there not beckoning hands of the gods that insist and implore us?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPlains are beyond; there are hamlets and fields where the river rejoices<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPacing once more with a quiet step and amical voices.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere in a woodland red with berries and cool with the breezes,  \u2014
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\n\t\t\tGreen are the leaves, all night long the heart of the nightingale eases<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweetly its burden of pity and sorrow, fragrant the flowers,  \u2014
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\n\t\t\tThere in an arbour delightful I know we shall sport with the Hours,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLying on beds of lilies, hearing the bells of our cattle<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTinkle, and drink red wine of our life and go forth to the battle<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd unwounded return to our beautiful home by the waters,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPledge of our joys, rear tall strong sons and radiant daughters.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nShall God know? Will His spies come down to our beautiful valley?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey shall grow drunk with its grapes and wander in woodland and alley.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere will His anger follow us, there will His lightnings immortal<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWander around with their red eye of cruelty stabbing the portal?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYes, I shall fear then His play! I will sport with my dove from His highlands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPleased with her laughter of bliss like a god in my Grecian islands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDaughter of Heaven, break through to me, moonlike, mystic and gleaming.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCome through the margins of twilight, over the borders of dreaming.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVision bright that walkest crowned on the hills far above me,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVision of bliss, stoop down! Encircle me, madden me, love me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n\t\t\tVoice of the sensuous mortal! heart of eternal longing!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou who hast lived as in walls, thy soul with thy senses wronging!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut I descend to thee. Fickle and terrible, sweet and deceiving,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPoison and nectar One has dispensed to thee, luring thee, leaving.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe two together shall capture the flute and the player relentless.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSon of man, thou hast crowned thy life with flowers that are scentless,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChased the delights that wound. But I come and the darkness shall sunder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLo, I come and behind me knowledge descends and with thunder<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFilling the spaces Strength the Angel bears on his bosom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nJoy to thy arms. Thou shalt look on her face like a child’s or a blossom,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInnocent, free as in Eden of old, not afraid of her playing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPain was not meant for ever, hearts were not made but for slaying.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou shalt not suffer always nor cry to me, lured and forsaken.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have a snare for His footsteps, I have a chain for Him taken.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome then to Brind\u00e2vun, soul of the joyous; faster and faster<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFollow the dance I shall teach thee with Shy\u00e2ma for slave and for master, 
\n\u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFollow the notes of the flute with a soul aware and exulting,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrample Delight that submits and crouch to a sweetness insulting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou shalt know what the dance meant, fathom the song and the singer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHear behind thunder its rhymes, touched by lightning thrill to His finger,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBrind\u00e2vun’s rustle shalt understand and Yamuna’s laughter,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTake thy place in the R\u00e2s and thy share of the ecstasy after.<\/span><\/p>\n

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