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<\/p>\n

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

\n\t<\/p>\n

\nBOOK TWELVE<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

\nEpilogue<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n


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

\nEPILOGUE<\/b><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n


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

\nTHE RETURN TO
\nEARTH <\/b> <\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

OUT
\nof abysmal trance her spirit woke. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Lain on the earth-mother's calm
\ninconscient breast<\/p>\n

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

She saw
\nthe green-clad branches lean above <\/font><\/p>\n

Guarding her sleep with their
\nenchanted life, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And overhead a blue-winged ecstasy <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\nFluttered from bough to bough with
\nhigh-pitched call. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

Into the magic secrecy of the woods <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Peering through an emerald
\nlattice-window of leaves,<\/p>\n

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

In
\nindolent skies reclined, the thinning day<\/p>\n

Turned
\nto its slow fall into evening's peace.<\/p>\n

She
\npressed the living body of Satyavan: <\/font><\/p>\n

On her body's wordless joy to be
\nand breathe<\/p>\n

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

She bore
\nthe blissful burden of his head<\/p>\n

\nBetween her breasts' warm labour of delight,<\/p>\n

The
\nwaking gladness of her members felt<\/p>\n

The
\nweight of heaven in his limbs, a touch<\/p>\n

\nSumming the whole felicity of things,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

And all her life was conscious of
\nhis life <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And all her being rejoiced
\nenfolding his. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

The immense remoteness of her
\ntrance had passed; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Human she was once more, earth's
\nSavitri, ,<\/b><\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\n

Yet felt in her illimitable change.
\nA power dwelt in her soul too great for earth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

A bliss lived in her heart too
\nlarge for heaven^' <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Light too intense for thought and
\nlove too boundless <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

For earth's emotions lit her skies
\nof mind <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And spread through her deep and
\nhappy seas of soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

All that is sacred in the world
\ndrew near <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

To her divine passivity of mood. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

A marvellous voice of silence
\nbreathed its thoughts. <\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

Page   337<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

All things in time and space she
\nhad taken for hers,<\/p>\n

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

In her
\nthey moved, by her they lived and were,<\/p>\n

The
\nwhole wide world clung to her for delight,<\/p>\n

\nCreated for her rapt embrace of love.<\/p>\n

Now in
\nher spaceless self released from bounds<\/p>\n

\nUnnumbered years seemed moments long drawn out,<\/p>\n

The
\nbrilliant time-flakes of eternity.<\/p>\n

\nOutwingings of a bird from its bright home,<\/p>\n

Her
\nearthly moms were radiant flights of joy.<\/p>\n

\nBoundless she was, a form of infinity.<\/p>\n

\nAbsorbed no longer by the moment's beat<\/p>\n

Her
\nspirit the unending future felt<\/p>\n

And
\nlived with all the unbeginning past.<\/p>\n

Her life
\nwas a dawn's victorious opening,<\/p>\n

The past
\nand unborn days had joined their dreams,<\/p>\n

Old
\nvanished eves and far arriving noons<\/p>\n

Hinted
\nto her a vision of prescient hours.<\/p>\n

Supine
\nin musing bliss she lay awhile<\/p>\n

Given to
\nthe wonder of a waking trance; <\/font><\/p>\n

Half-risen then she sent her gaze
\naround,<\/p>\n

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

As if to
\nrecover old sweet trivial threads,<\/p>\n

Old
\nhappy thoughts, small treasured memories,<\/p>\n

And
\nweave them into one immortal day.<\/p>\n

Ever she
\nheld on the paradise of her breast<\/p>\n

Her
\nlover charmed into a fathomless sleep,<\/p>\n

Lain
\nlike an infant spirit unaware <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLulled on the verge of two
\nconsenting worlds.<\/P><\/p>\n

But soon
\nshe leaned down over her loved to call<\/p>\n

His mind
\nback to her with her travelling touch<\/p>\n

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

\nOn his closed eyelids, settled was
\nher still look<\/p>\n

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

\nOf strong delight, not yearning
\nnow, but large<\/p>\n

With
\nlimitless joy or sovereign last content,<\/p>\n

Pure,
\npassionate with the passion of the gods.<\/p>\n

Desire
\nstirred not its wings; for all was made<\/p>\n

An
\noverarching of celestial rays<\/p>\n

Like the
\nabsorbed control of sky on plain, <\/font><\/p>\n

"Heaven's leaning down to embrace
\nfrom all sides earth,  <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

A quiet rapture, a vast security. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Then sighing to her touch the
\nsoft-winged sleep <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Rose hovering from his flower-like
\nlids and flew <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

 <\/font>Page   338<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

Murmurous away. Awake, he found her
\neyes<\/p>\n

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

\nWaiting for his, and felt her hands, and saw<\/p>\n

The
\nearth his home given back to him once more<\/p>\n

And her
\nmade his again, his passion's all.<\/p>\n

With his
\narms' encircling hold around her locked,<\/p>\n

A living
\nknot to make possession close,<\/p>\n

He
\nmurmured with hesitating lips her name,<\/p>\n

And
\nvaguely recollecting wonder cried,<\/p>\n

\n"Whence hast thou brought me captive back, love-chained,<\/p>\n

To thee
\nand sun-light's walls, 0 golden beam<\/p>\n

And
\ncasket of all sweetness, Savitri,<\/p>\n

\nGodhead and woman, moonlight of my soul?<\/p>\n

For
\nsurely I have travelled in strange worlds<\/p>\n

By thee
\ncompanioned, a pursuing spirit,<\/p>\n

\nTogether we have disdained the gates of night; <\/font><\/p>\n

I have turned away from the
\ncelestial's joy<\/p>\n

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

And
\nheaven's insufficient without thee.<\/p>\n

Where
\nnow has passed that formidable Shape<\/p>\n

Which
\nrose against us? the Spirit of the Void,<\/p>\n

\nClaiming the world for Death and Nothingness,<\/p>\n

\nDenying God and Soul? Or was all a dream<\/p>\n

Or a
\nvision seen in a spiritual sleep,<\/p>\n

A symbol
\nof the oppositions of Time<\/p>\n

Or a
\nmind-lit beacon of significance<\/p>\n

In some
\nstress of darkness lighting on the Way<\/p>\n

Or
\nguiding a swimmer through the straits of Death,<\/p>\n

Or
\nfinding with the succour of its ray<\/p>\n

In a
\ngully mid the crowded streets of Chance<\/p>\n

The soul
\nthat into the world-adventure came,<\/p>\n

A scout
\nand voyager from Eternity?"<\/p>\n

But she
\nreplied, "Our parting was the dream; <\/font><\/p>\n

We
\nare together, we live, O Satyavan. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Look round thee and behold, glad
\nand unchanged <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Our home, this forest, with its
\nthousand cries <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And the whisper of the wind among
\nthe leaves <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd, through rifts in emerald
\nscene, the evening sky, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGod's canopy of blue sheltering our
\nlives, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

And the birds crying for heart's
\nhappiness, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Winged poets of our solitary reign, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Our friends on earth where we are
\nking and queen. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n <\/font>Page    339<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

Only our souls have left Death's
\nnight behind<\/p>\n

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

\nChanged by a mighty dream's reality,<\/p>\n

\nIllumined by the light of symbol worlds<\/p>\n

And the
\nstupendous summit self of things,<\/p>\n

And
\nstood at Godhead's gates limitless, free." <\/p>\n

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

\n     Then
\nfilled with the glory of their happiness<\/P><\/p>\n

They
\nrose and with safe clinging fingers locked<\/p>\n

Hung on
\neach other in a silent look.<\/p>\n

But he
\nwith a new wonder in his heart<\/p>\n

And a
\nnew flame of worship in his eyes: <\/font><\/p>\n

"What high change is in thee, 0
\nSavitri? Bright <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Ever thou wast, a goddess still and
\npure, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Yet dearer to me by thy sweet human
\nparts <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Earth gave thee making thee yet
\nmore divine. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

My adoration mastered, my desire <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Bent down to make its subject, my
\ndaring clasped, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Claiming by body and soul my life's
\nestate, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Rapture's possession, love's sweet
\nproperty, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

A statue of silence in my templed
\nspirit, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

A yearning godhead and a golden
\nbride. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

But now thou seemst almost too high
\nand great <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

For mortal worship. Time lies below
\nthy feet <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And the whole world seems only a
\npart of thee, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Thy presence the hushed heaven I
\ninhabit, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And thou lookst on me in the gaze
\nof the stars, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Yet art the earthly keeper of my
\nsoul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

My life a whisper of thy dreaming
\nthoughts, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

My morns a gleaming of thy spirit's
\nwings, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And day and night are of thy beauty
\npart. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Hast thou not taken my heart to
\ntreasure it <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

In the secure environment of thy
\nbreast? <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Awakened from the silence and the
\nsleep, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

I have consented for thy sake to
\nbe. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

By thee I have greatened my mortal
\narc of life, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

But now far heaven's unmapped
\ninfinitudes <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Thou hast brought me thy
\nillimitable gift. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

If to fill these thou lift thy
\nsacred flight, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

My human earth will still demand
\nthy bliss: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Make still my life through thee a
\nsong of joy<\/p>\n

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

And all
\nmy silence wide and deep with thee." <\/p>\n

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

\nPage  340<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

A heavenly queen consenting to his
\nwill,<\/p>\n

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

She
\nclasped his feet by her enshrining hair<\/p>\n

\nEnveloped in a velvet cloak of love,<\/p>\n

And
\nanswered softly like a murmuring lute: <\/font><\/p>\n

"All now is changed, yet all is
\nstill the same. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Lo, we have looked upon the face of
\nGod, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Our life has opened with divinity. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

We have borne identity with the
\nSupreme <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And known his meaning in our mortal
\nlives. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Our love has grown greater by that
\nmighty touch <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And learnt its heavenly
\nsignificance, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Yet nothing is lost of mortal
\nlove's delight. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Heaven's touch fulfils but cancels
\nnot our earth: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Our bodies need each other in the
\nsame last; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Still in our breasts repeat
\nheavenly secret rhythm<\/p>\n

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

Our
\nhuman heart-beats passionately close.<\/p>\n

Still am
\nI she who came to thee mid the murmur<\/p>\n

Of
\nsunlit leaves upon this forest verge; <\/font><\/p>\n

All am the Madran, I am Savitri.<\/p>\n

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

All that
\nI was before, I am to thee still,<\/p>\n

Close
\ncomrade of thy thoughts and hopes and toils,<\/p>\n

All
\nhappy contraries I would join for thee.<\/p>\n

All
\nsweet relations marry in our life,<\/p>\n

I am thy
\nkingdom even as thou art mine,<\/p>\n

The
\nsovereign and the slave of thy desire,<\/p>\n

Thy
\nprone possessor, the sister of thy soul<\/p>\n

And
\nmother of thy wants; thou art my world,<\/p>\n

The
\nearth I need, the heaven my thoughts desire,<\/p>\n

The
\nworld I inhabit and the god I adore.<\/p>\n

Thy body
\nis my body's counterpart<\/p>\n

Whose
\nevery limb my answering limb desires,<\/p>\n

Whose
\nheart is key to all my heart-beats , – this<\/p>\n

I
\nam and thou to me, O Satyavan .<\/p>\n

Our
\nwedded walk through life begins anew,<\/p>\n

No
\ngladness lost, no depth of mortal joy, <\/font><\/p>\n

Let us go through this new world
\nthat is the same.<\/p>\n

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

For it
\nis given back, but it is known,<\/p>\n

A
\nplaying ground and dwelling house of God<\/p>\n

Who
\nhides himself in bird and beast and man<\/p>\n

\nSweetly to find himself again by love, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/font>Page   341<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

By oneness. His presence leads the
\nrhythms of life<\/p>\n

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

That
\nseek for mutual joy in spite of pain.<\/p>\n

We have
\neach other found, 0 Satyavan,<\/p>\n

In the
\ngreat light of the discovered soul.<\/p>\n

Let us
\ngo back, for eve is in the skies.<\/p>\n

Now
\ngrief is dead and serene bliss remains<\/p>\n

The
\nheart of all our days for ever more.<\/p>\n

Lo, all
\nthese beings in this wonderful world!<\/p>\n

Let us
\ngive joy to all, for joy is ours.<\/p>\n

For not
\nfor ourselves alone our spirits came<\/p>\n

Out of
\nthe veil of the Unmanifest,<\/p>\n

Out of
\nthe deep immense Unknowable<\/p>\n

On the
\nignorant breast of dubious earth<\/p>\n

Into the
\nways of labouring, seeking men,<\/p>\n

Two
\nfires that burn towards that parent Sun,<\/p>\n

Two rays
\nthat travel to the original Light.<\/p>\n

To lead
\nman's soul towards Truth and God we are born ,<\/p>\n

To draw
\nthe chequered scheme of mortal life<\/p>\n

Into
\nsome semblance of the Immortal's plan,<\/p>\n

To shape
\nit closer to an image of God,<\/p>\n

A little
\nnearer to the Idea divine."<\/p>\n

She
\nclosed her arms about his breast and head<\/p>\n

As if to
\nkeep him on her bosom worn<\/p>\n

For ever
\nthrough the journeying of the years.<\/p>\n

So for a
\nwhile they stood entwined, their kiss<\/p>\n

And
\npassion-tranced embrace a meeting point<\/p>\n

In their
\ncommingling spirits, one for ever,<\/p>\n

\nTwo-souled, two-bodied for the joys of time.<\/p>\n

Then
\nhand in hand they left that solemn place<\/p>\n

Full now
\nof mute unusual memories,<\/p>\n

To the
\ngreen distance of their sylvan home<\/p>\n

\nReturning slowly through the forest's heart: <\/font><\/p>\n

Round them the afternoon to evening
\nchanged; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Light slipped down to the brightly
\nsleeping verge,<\/p>\n

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

And the
\nbirds came back winging to their nests,<\/p>\n

And day
\nand night leaned to each other's arms.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\n     Now the
\ndusk shadowy trees stood close around<\/P><\/p>\n

Like
\ndreaming spirits and delaying night,<\/p>\n

The
\ngrey-eyed pensive evening heard their steps, <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nPage   342<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

And from all points the cries and
\nmovements came<\/p>\n

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

Of the
\nfour-footed wanderers of the night<\/p>\n

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

\nApproaching. Then a human rumour rose<\/p>\n

Long
\nalien to their solitary days,<\/p>\n

\nInvading the charmed wilderness of leaves,<\/p>\n

Once
\nsacred to secluded loneliness,<\/p>\n

With
\nviolent breaking of its virgin sleep. <\/font><\/p>\n

Through the screened dusk it
\ndeepened still and there neared<\/p>\n

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

\nFloating of many voices and the sound<\/p>\n

Of many
\nfeet till on their sight broke in,<\/p>\n

As if a
\ncoloured wave upon the eye,<\/p>\n

The
\nbrilliant strenuous crowded life of man.<\/p>\n

Topped
\nby a flaring multitude of lights<\/p>\n

A great
\nresplendent company arrived.<\/p>\n

Life in
\nits ordered tumult wavering came<\/p>\n

\nBringing its stream of unknown faces, thronged<\/p>\n

With
\ngold-fringed headdresses, gold-broidered robes,<\/p>\n

\nGlittering of ornaments, fluttering of hems,<\/p>\n

\nHundreds of hands parted the forest-boughs,<\/p>\n

\nHundreds of eyes searched the entangled glades.<\/p>\n

Calm
\nwhite-clad priests their grave-eyed sweetness brought,<\/p>\n

Strong
\nwarriors in their glorious armour shone,<\/p>\n

The
\nproud-hooved steeds came trampling through the wood.<\/p>\n

In front
\nKing Dyumathsena walked, no more<\/p>\n

Blind,
\nfaltering limbed, but his far-questing eyes<\/p>\n

\nRestored to all their confidence in light<\/p>\n

Took
\nseeingly this imaged outer world,<\/p>\n

Firmly
\nhe trod with monarch steps the soil.<\/p>\n

By him
\nthat queen and mother's anxious face<\/p>\n

Came
\nchanged from its habitual burdened look<\/p>\n

Which in
\nits drooping strength of tired toil<\/p>\n

Had
\nborne the fallen life of those she loved.<\/p>\n

Her
\npatient paleness wore a pensive glow<\/p>\n

Like
\nevening's subdued gaze of gathered light<\/p>\n

\nDeparting, which foresees sunrise her child.<\/p>\n

The
\nbrilliance of her rich receding gleam<\/p>\n

A
\nthoughtful prophecy of lyric dawn,<\/p>\n

She
\nlives awhile to muse upon that hope<\/p>\n

\nSinking in quiet splendours of her sky.<\/p>\n

Her eyes
\nwere first to find her children's forms. <\/p>\n

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

\nPage   343<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

But at the vision of the beautiful
\ntwain<\/p>\n

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

The air
\nawoke perturbed with scaling cries,<\/p>\n

And the
\nswift parents hurrying to their child,<\/p>\n

Their
\ncause of life now who had given him breath,<\/p>\n

\nPossessed him with their arms. Then tenderly<\/p>\n

Cried
\nDyumathsena chiding Satyavan: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n"The fortunate gods have looked on
\nme today,<\/P><\/p>\n

A
\nkingdom seeking came and heaven's rays.<\/p>\n

But
\nwhere wast thou ? Thou hast tormented gladness<\/p>\n

With
\nfear's dull shadow, 0 my child, my life.<\/p>\n

What
\ndanger kept thee for the darkening woods?<\/p>\n

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

\nOr how could pleasure in her ways
\nforget<\/p>\n

That
\nuseless orbs without thee are my eyes<\/p>\n

Which
\nonly for thy sake rejoice at light.<\/p>\n

Not like
\nthyself was this done, Savitri,<\/p>\n

Who
\nledst not back thy husband to our arms,<\/p>\n

\nKnowing with him beside me only is taste<\/p>\n

In food
\nand for his touch evening and morn<\/p>\n

I live
\ncontent with my remaining days."<\/p>\n

But
\nSatyavan replied with smiling lips,<\/p>\n

"Lay all
\non her; she is the cause of all.<\/p>\n

With her
\nenchantments she has twined me round.<\/p>\n

\nBehold, at noon leaving this house of clay<\/p>\n

I
\nwandered in far-off eternities,<\/p>\n

Yet
\nstill, a captive in her golden hands,<\/p>\n

I tread
\nyour little hillock called green earth<\/p>\n

And in
\nthe moments of your transient sun<\/p>\n

Live
\nglad among the busy works of men."<\/p>\n

Then all
\neyes turned their wondering looks where stood<\/p>\n

A
\ndeepening redder gold upon her cheeks,<\/p>\n

With
\nlowered lids the noble lovely child,<\/p>\n

And one
\nconsenting thought moved every breast: <\/font><\/p>\n

"What gleaming marvel of the earth
\nor skies <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Stands silently by human Satyavan <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

To mark a brilliance in the dusk of
\neve? <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

If this is she of whom the world
\nhas heard, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Wonder no more at any happy change. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Each easy miracle of felicity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Of her transmuting heart the
\nalchemy is." <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Then one spoke there who seemed a
\npriest and sage, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\nPage   344<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n"O woman soul, what light, what
\npower revealed,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nWorking the rapid marvels of this day,<\/p>\n

Opens
\nfor us by thee a happier age?"<\/p>\n

Her
\nlashes fluttering upwards gathered in<\/p>\n

To a
\nvision which had scanned immortal things,<\/p>\n

\nRejoicing, human forms for their delight.<\/p>\n

They
\nclaimed for their deep childlike motherhood<\/p>\n

The life
\nof all these souls to be her life,<\/p>\n

Then
\nfalling veiled the light. Low she replied,<\/p>\n

\n"Awakened to the meaning of my heart<\/p>\n

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

\n<\/font>That
\n<\/font>
\n  <\/i>to feel love and oneness
\nis to live <\/p>\n

And this
\nthe magic of our golden change<\/p>\n

Is all
\nthe truth I know or seek, O sage."<\/p>\n

\nWondering at her and her too luminous words<\/p>\n

\nWestward they turned in the fast gathering night. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n     From the
\nentangling verges freed they came<\/P><\/p>\n

Into a
\ndimness of the sleeping earth<\/p>\n

And
\ntravelled through her faint and slumbering plains.<\/p>\n

Murmur
\nand movement and the tread of men<\/p>\n

Broke
\nthe night's solitude. The neigh of steeds<\/p>\n

Rose
\nfrom the indistinct and voiceful sea<\/p>\n

Of life
\nand all along its marchings swelled<\/p>\n

The
\nrhyme of hooves, the chariot's homeward voice.<\/p>\n

Drawn by
\nwhite manes upon a high-roofed car<\/p>\n

In flare
\nof the unsteady torches went<\/p>\n

With
\nlinked hands Satyavan and Savitri,<\/p>\n

\nHearing a marriage march and nuptial hymn,<\/p>\n

Where
\nwaited them the many-voiced human world.<\/p>\n

\nNumberless the stars swam on their shadowy field<\/p>\n

\nDescribing in the gloom the ways of light.<\/p>\n

Then
\nwhile they skirted yet the southward verge,<\/p>\n

Lost in
\nthe halo of her musing brows<\/p>\n

Night,
\nsplendid with the moon dreaming in heaven<\/p>\n

In
\nsilver peace, possessed her luminous reign.<\/p>\n

She
\nbrooded through her stillness on a thought<\/p>\n

\nDeep-guarded by her mystic folds of light,<\/p>\n

And in
\nher bosom nursed a greater dawn. <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\n

\n END OF BOOK TWELVE<\/font> <\/font><\/P><\/p>\n

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