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CANTO FOUR<\/font><\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n
\nTHE QUEST<\/b><\/font>
\n<\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nTHE world-ways opened before
\nSavitri. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAt first a strangeness of new
\nbrilliant scenes<\/P><\/p>\n

\nPeopled her mind and kept her body's gaze.<\/p>\n

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

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

\n

\nA citizen of many scenes and
\nclimes,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nEach soil and country it has made its home; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIt took all clans and peoples for
\nher own,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nThese unfamiliar spaces on her way<\/p>\n

\nWere known and neighbours to a sense within; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nLandscapes recurred like lost
\nforgotten fields, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCities and rivers and plains her
\nvision claimed <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLike slow-recurring memories in
\nfront, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe stars at night were her past's
\nbrilliant friends, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe winds murmured to her of
\nancient things <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd she met nameless comrades loved
\nby her once. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll was a part of old forgotten
\nselves. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nVaguely or with a flash of sudden
\nhints <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer acts recalled a line of bygone
\npower, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEven her motion's purpose was not
\nnew: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTraveller to a prefigured high
\nevent, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe seemed to her remembering
\nwitness soul <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo trace again a journey often
\nmade. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA guidance turned the dumb
\nrevolving wheels <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd in the eager body of their
\nspeed <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe dim-masked hooded godheads rode
\nwho move <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAssigned to man immutably from his
\nbirth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nReceivers of the inner and outer
\nlaw, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAt once the agents of his spirit's
\nwill <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nAnd witnesses and executors of his
\nfate.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nThey hold his nature's sequence in their guard<\/p>\n

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

\nAttendants on his destiny's measured walk<\/p>\n

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

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

\nNothing we think or do is void or vain; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nEach is an energy loosed and holds
\nits course.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nTo a mechanic mind tied by earth's laws; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nYet are they instruments of a Will
\nsupreme,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\n

\nIt used the body for its pedestal,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nThe hands that held the reins its living took; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAll was the working of an ancient
\nplan,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nA way prepared by an unerring Guide.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\n

\nDriven from within she followed her
\nlong road,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\n

\nAdmitted to the lion eye of States<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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\nPage <\/font>29<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHer carven chariot with its fretted
\nwheels<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nSmall fanes where one calm Image watched man's life<\/p>\n

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

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

\nOften from gilded dusk to argent dawn<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nHamlet and village saw the fate-van pass, <\/p>\n

<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nAway from this thinking creature's burdened hours<\/p>\n

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

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

\nHere was the childhood of primeval earth,<\/p>\n

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

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

\nImperial acres of the eternal sower<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nOr mid green musing of woods and
\nrough-browed hills,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nIn the grove's murmurous bee-air humming wild<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nOut of the world's immense unhuman past<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nAbsorbed her into emerald secrecy<\/p>\n

\nAnd slow hushed wizard nets of faery bloom <\/p>\n

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\nPage <\/font> 30<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nEnvironed with their coloured snare
\nher wheels.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nAscended with its yearning undertone.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\n<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nNot yet was a world all occupied by care.<\/p>\n

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

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

\nHer impersonal reaches lonely and inspired<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nThe valley-clefts between her breasts of joy,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nAlone with the cry of birds and hue of flowers<\/p>\n

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

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

\nAnd dim movement in the night's infinitude.<\/p>\n

\nAugust, exulting in her Maker's eye,<\/p>\n

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

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

\nStill communed with Eternity beyond. <\/font>
\n <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font> 31<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nA few and fit inhabitants she
\ncalled <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo share the glad communion of her
\npeace, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe breadth, the summit were their
\nnatural home. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe strong king-sages from their
\nlabour done, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFreed from the warrior tension of
\ntheir task, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCame to her serene sessions in
\nthese wilds; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe strife was over, the respite
\nlay in front.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nSome deeper plunged; from life's external clasp<\/p>\n

\nBeckoned into a fiery privacy<\/p>\n

\nIn the soul's unassailed star-white recess<\/p>\n

\nThey sojourned with an ever-living Bliss; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nA Voice profound in the ecstasy and
\nthe hush<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

\n

\nThe world was fibred with their own
\nheart-strings; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nClose-drawn to the heart that beats
\nin every breast,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

\nThey loosened the knot of the imprisoning mind; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAchieved was the wide untroubled
\nwitness gaze,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nUnsealed was Nature's great spiritual eye; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nTo the height of heights rose now
\ntheir daily climb: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTruth leaned to them from her
\nsupernal realm; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAbove them blazed eternity's mystic
\nsuns. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNameless the austere ascetics
\nwithout home <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAbandoning speech and motion and
\ndesire, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAloof from creatures sat absorbed,
\nalone, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImmaculate in tranquil heights of
\nself <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOn concentration's luminous
\nvoiceless peaks, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWorld-naked hermits with their
\nmatted hair <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImmobile as the passionless great
\nhills <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAround them grouped like thoughts
\nof some vast mood <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAwaiting the Infinite's behest to
\nend. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe seers attuned to the universal
\nWill, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font>32<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nContent in Him who smiles behind
\nearth's forms<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

\nFar-wandering seekers on the Eternal's path<\/p>\n

\nBrought to these quiet founts their spirit's thirst<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nReceived half-consciously their godlike stamp: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nFormed in the type of the high
\nthoughts they sang <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey learned the wide magnificence
\nof mood <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat makes us comrades of the
\ncosmic urge, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo longer chained to their small
\nseparate selves, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPlastic and firm beneath the
\neternal hand, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMet Nature with a bold and friendly
\nclasp <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd served in her the Power that
\nshapes her works. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOne-souled to all and free from
\nnarrowing bonds, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLarge like a continent of warm
\nsunshine <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn wide equality's impartial joy, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThese sages breathed for God's
\ndelight in things. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAssisting the slow entries of the
\ngods, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSowing in young minds immortal
\nthoughts they lived, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTaught the great Truth to which
\nman's race must rise <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr opened the gates of freedom to a
\nfew, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImparting to our struggling world
\nthe Light <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey breathed like spirits from
\nTime's dull yoke released<\/font><\/p>\n

\nComrades and vessels of the cosmic
\nForce, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUsing a natural mastery like the
\nsun's: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTheir speech, their silence was a
\nhelp to earth.<\/P><\/p>\n

\nA magic happiness flowed from their touch,<\/p>\n

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

\nThe wild beast joined in friendship with its prey,<\/p>\n

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\nPersuading the hatred and the
\nstrife to cease <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe love that flows from the one
\nMother's breast <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHealed with their hearts the hard
\nand wounded world. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOthers escaped from the confines of
\nthought <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo where Mind motionless sleeps
\nwaiting Light's birth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd came back quivering with a
\nnameless Force <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDrunk with a wine of lightning in
\ntheir cells; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIntuitive knowledge leaping into
\nspeech,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

\nThey sang Infinity's names and deathless powers<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nSat mighty, visioned with the Infinite's Light,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nAnd vanished into a bright and featureless Vast: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nSome silent watched the universal
\ndance,<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr helped the world by
\nworld-indifference.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nThe chains of birth and person cast away: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nSome uncompanioned reached the
\nIneffable. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n     As floats
\na sunbeam through a shady place,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nCame gliding among meditation's seats.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nArriving in a peaceful hermit grove<\/p>\n

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

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

<\/P><\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr <\/b>near to a lion river's
\ntawny mane<\/p>\n

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

\nA domed and templed air's serene repose <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nPage <\/font> 34<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nBeckoned to her hurrying wheels to
\nstay their speed.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nA mind remembering ancient silences,<\/p>\n

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

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

\nHad left the long impress of their soul's scene<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\nBut mom broke in reminding her of her quest<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nLike a desire that questions silent gods,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nOr sole in Nature's vastness strove to live<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nThe Earth multiplied to her a changing brow<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nDisclosed to her the masked divinity's doors.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\nImpassive she lay as at an age's end,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

\nRinging for ever with the crickets' cry,<\/p>\n

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

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

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\nPage <\/font>  35<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nOr reached the wild beauty of a
\ndesert space<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

\nAmid the savage wild-beast Night's appeal.<\/p>\n

\nStill unaccomplished was the fateful quest; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nStill she found not the one
\npredestined face<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\nA grandiose silence wrapped the regal day.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\n

\nAll was licked up as by a lolling
\ntongue.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tEND OF BOOK FOUR<\/font><\/td>\n

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