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\nCANTO THREE<\/font><\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nSATYAVAN AND SAVITRI<\/font> <\/b>
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OUT of the voiceless mystery of the past<\/p>\n

\nIn a present ignorant of forgotten bonds<\/p>\n

\nThese spirits met upon the roads of Time.<\/p>\n

\nYet in the heart their secret conscious selves<\/p>\n

\nAt once aware grew of each other warned<\/p>\n

\nBy the first call of a delightful voice<\/p>\n

\nAnd a first vision of the destined face.<\/p>\n

\nAs when being cries to being from its depths<\/p>\n

\nBehind the screen of the external sense<\/p>\n

\nAnd strives to find the heart-disclosing word,<\/p>\n

\nThe passionate speech revealing the soul's need,<\/p>\n

\nBut the mind's ignorance veils the inner sight,<\/p>\n

\nOnly a little breaks through our earth-made bounds,<\/p>\n

\nSo now they met in that momentous hour,<\/p>\n

\nSo utter the recognition in the deeps,<\/p>\n

\nThe remembrance lost, the oneness felt and missed.<\/p>\n

\nThus Satyavan spoke first to Savitri: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n"0 thou who com'st to me out of Time's silences, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet Ay voice has wakened my heart to an unknown bliss,<\/p>\n

\nImmortal or mortal only in thy frame,<\/p>\n

\nFor more than earth speaks to me from thy soul<\/p>\n

\nAnd more than earth surrounds me in thy gaze,<\/p>\n

\nHow art thou named among the sons of men?<\/p>\n

\nWhence hast thou dawned filling my spirit's days,<\/p>\n

\nBrighter than summer, brighter than my flowers,<\/p>\n

\nInto the lonely borders of my life,<\/p>\n

\n0 Sunlight moulded like a golden maid?<\/p>\n

\nI know that mighty gods are friends of earth. <\/p>\n

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\nAmid the pageantries of day and dusk,<\/p>\n

\nLong have I travelled with my pilgrim soul <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nMoved by the marvel of familiar things.<\/p>\n

\nEarth could not hide from me the powers she veils:<\/p>\n

\nEven though moving mid an earthly scene<\/p>\n

\nAnd the common surfaces of terrestrial things,<\/p>\n

\nMy vision saw unblinded by her forms; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe Godhead looked at me from familiar scenes.<\/p>\n

\nI Witnessed the virgin bridals of the dawn<\/p>\n

\nBehind the glowing curtains of the sky<\/p>\n

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\nOr vying in joy with the bright morning's steps<\/p>\n

\nI paced along the slumberous coasts of morn,<\/p>\n

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\nOr the gold desert of the sunlight crossed<\/p>\n

\nTraversing great wastes of splendour and of fire, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOr met the moon gliding amazed through heaven<\/p>\n

\nIn the uncertain wideness of the night,<\/p>\n

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\nOr the stars marched on their long sentinel routes<\/p>\n

\nPointing their spears through the infinitudes,<\/p>\n

\nThe day and dusk revealed to me hidden shapes; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nFigures have come to me from secret shores<\/p>\n

\nAnd happy faces looked from ray and flame.<\/p>\n

\nI have heard strange voices cross the ether's waves,<\/p>\n

\nThe centaur's wizard song has thrilled my ear; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI glimpsed the Apsaras bathing in the pools <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd saw the wood-nymphs peering through the leaves; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe winds have shown to me their trampling lords,<\/p>\n

\nI have beheld the princes of the Sun<\/p>\n

\nBurning in thousand-pillared homes of light.\n<\/p>\n

\nSo now my mind could dream and my heart fear <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThat from some wonder-couch beyond our air<\/p>\n

\nRisen in a wide morning of the gods<\/p>\n

\nThou drov'st thy horses from the Thunderer's worlds.<\/p>\n

\nAlthough to heaven thy beauty seems allied,<\/p>\n

\nMuch rather would my thoughts rejoice to know<\/p>\n

\nThat mortal sweetness smiles between thy lips<\/p>\n

\nAnd thy heart can beat beneath a human gaze<\/p>\n

\nAnd thy aureate bosom quiver with a look<\/p>\n

\nAnd its tumult answer to an earth-born voice.<\/p>\n

\nIf our time-vexed affections thou canst feel,<\/p>\n

\nEarth's ease of simple things can satisfy,<\/p>\n

\nIf thy glance can dwell content on earthly soil,<\/p>\n

\nAnd this celestial summary of delight, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThy golden body, dally with fatigue<\/p>\n

\nOppressing with its grace our terrain, while<\/p>\n

\nThe frail sweet passing taste of earthly food<\/p>\n

\nDelays thee and the torrent's leaping wine,<\/p>\n

\nDescend. Let thy journey cease, come down to us.<\/p>\n

\nClose is my father's creepered hermitage<\/p>\n

\nScreened by the tall ranks of these silent kings,<\/p>\n

\nSung to by voices of the hue-robed choirs<\/p>\n

\nWhose chants repeat transcribed in music's notes<\/p>\n

\nThe passionate coloured lettering of the boughs<\/p>\n

\nAnd fill the hours with their melodious cry.<\/p>\n

\nAmid the welcome-hum of many bees<\/p>\n

\nInvade our honied kingdom of the woods; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThere let me lead thee into an opulent life. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBare, simple is the sylvan hermit-life, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet is it clad with the jewelry of earth. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWild winds run visitors midst the swaying tops, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThrough the calm days heaven's sentinels of peace <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCouched on a purple robe of sky above <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLook down on a rich secrecy and hush <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the chambered nuptial waters chant within. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEnormous, whispering, many-formed around <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHigh forest gods have taken in their arms <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe human hour, a guest of their centuried pomps. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nApparelled are the morns in gold and green, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSunlight and shadow tapestry the walls <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo make a resting chamber fit for thee."<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAwhile she paused as if hearing still his voice, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUnwilling to break the charm, then slowly spoke. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMusing she answered: "I am Savitri, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPrincess of Madra. Who" art thou? What name <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMusical on earth expresses thee to men? <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat trunk of kings watered by fortunate streams <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHas flowered at last upon one happy branch? <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhy is thy dwelling in the pathless wood <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFar from the deeds thy glorious youth demands, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHaunt of the anchorites and earth's wilder broods, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhere only with thy witness self thou roam'st <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn Nature's green unhuman loneliness <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSurrounded by enormous silences <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nAnd the blind murmur of primeval calms?" <\/p>\n

\nAnd Satyavan replied to Savitri:
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\nIn days when yet his sight looked clear on life,<\/p>\n

\nKing Dyumathsena once, the Shalwa, reigned<\/p>\n

\nThrough all the tract which from behind these tops<\/p>\n

\nPassing its days of emerald delight<\/p>\n

\nIn trusting converse with the traveller winds<\/p>\n

\nTurns, looking back towards the southern heavens<\/p>\n

\nAnd leans its flank upon the musing hills.<\/p>\n

\nBut equal fate removed her covering hand,<\/p>\n

\nA living night enclosed the strong man's paths,<\/p>\n

\nHeaven's brilliant gods recalled their careless gifts,<\/p>\n

\nTook from blank eyes their glad and helping ray<\/p>\n

\nAnd led the uncertain goddess from his side.<\/p>\n

\nOutcast from empire of the outer light,<\/p>\n

\nLost to the comradeship of seeing men,<\/p>\n

\nHe sojourns in two solitudes, within<\/p>\n

\nAnd in the solemn rustle of the woods.<\/p>\n

\nSon of that king, I, Satyavan, have lived<\/p>\n

\nContented, for not yet of thee aware,<\/p>\n

\nIn my high peopled loneliness of spirit<\/p>\n

\nAnd this huge vital murmur kin to me,<\/p>\n

\nNursed by the vastness, pupil of solitude.<\/p>\n

\nGreat Nature came to her recovered child; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI reigned in a kingdom of a nobler kind<\/p>\n

\nThan men can build upon dull Matter's soil; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI met the frankness of the primal earth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI enjoyed the intimacy of infant God. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the great tapestried chambers of her state <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFree in her boundless palace I have dwelt <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIndulged by the warm mother of us all, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nReared with my natural brothers in her house <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI lay in the wide bare embrace of heaven, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe sunlight's radiant blessing clasped my brow, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe moonbeam's silver ecstasy at night <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nKissed my dim lids to sleep. Earth's morns were mine; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLured by faint murmurings with the green-robed hours<\/p>\n

\nI wandered lost in woods, prone to the voice<\/p>\n

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\nOf winds and waters, partner of the sun's joy,<\/p>\n

\nA listener to the universal speech:<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nMy spirit satisfied within me knew<\/p>\n

\nGodlike our birthright, luxuried our life<\/p>\n

\nWhose close belongings are the earth and skies.<\/p>\n

\nBefore fate led me into this emerald world,<\/p>\n

\nAroused by some foreshadowing touch within,<\/p>\n

\nAn early prescience in my mind approached<\/p>\n

\nThe great dumb animal consciousness of earth<\/p>\n

\nNow grown so close to me who have left old pomps<\/p>\n

\nTo live in this grandiose murmur dim and vast.<\/p>\n

\nAs if to a deeper country of the soul<\/p>\n

\nTransposing the vivid imagery of earth,<\/p>\n

\nThrough an inner seeing and sense a wakening came.<\/p>\n

\nA visioned spell pursued my boyhood's hours,<\/p>\n

\nAll things the eye had caught in coloured lines<\/p>\n

\nWere seen anew through the interpreting mind<\/p>\n

\nAnd in the shape it sought to seize the soul.<\/p>\n

\nAn early child-god took my hand that held,<\/p>\n

\nMoved, guided by the seeking of his touch,<\/p>\n

\nBright forms and hues which fled across his sight; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nLimned upon page and stone they spoke to men.<\/p>\n

\nHigh beauty's visitants my inmates were.<\/p>\n

\nThe neighing pride of rapid life that roams<\/p>\n

\nWind-maned through our pastures, on my seeing mood<\/p>\n

\nCast shapes of swiftness; trooping spotted deer<\/p>\n

\nAgainst the vesper sky became a song<\/p>\n

\nOf evening to the silence of the soul.<\/p>\n

\nI caught for some eternal eye the sudden<\/p>\n

\nKingfisher flashing to a darkling pool; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nA slow swan silvering the azure lake, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA shape of magic whiteness, sailed through dream; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLeaves trembling with the passion of the wind<\/p>\n

\nAnd wandering wings nearing from infinity<\/p>\n

\nLived on the tablets of my inner sight; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nMountains and trees stood there like thoughts from God.<\/p>\n

\nPranked butterflies, the conscious flowers of air,<\/p>\n

\nThe brilliant long bills in their vivid dress,<\/p>\n

\nThe peacock scattering on the breeze his moons<\/p>\n

\nPainted my memory like a frescoed wall.<\/p>\n

\nI carved my vision out of wood and stone; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI caught the echoes of a word supreme <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nAnd metred the rhythm beats of infinity <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd listened through music for the eternal Voice. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI felt a covert touch, I heard a call, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut could not clasp the body of my God <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr hold between my hands the World-Mother's feet. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nmen I met strange portions of a Self<\/p>\n

\nThat sought for fragments and in fragments lived: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nEach lived in himself and for himself alone<\/p>\n

\nAnd with the rest joined only fleeting ties; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nEach passioned over his surface joy and grief, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNor saw the Eternal in his secret house. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI conversed with Nature, mused with the changeless stars, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGod's watch-fires burning in the ignorant Night, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd saw upon her mighty visage fall <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA ray prophetic of the Eternal's sun. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI sat with the forest sages in their trance: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere poured awaking streams of diamond light,<\/p>\n

\nI glimpsed the presence of the One in all.<\/p>\n

\nBut still there lacked the last transcendent power<\/p>\n

\nAnd Matter still slept empty of its Lord.<\/p>\n

\nThe spirit was saved, the body lost and mute<\/p>\n

\nLived still with Death and ancient Ignorance,<\/p>\n

\nThe Inconscient was its base, the Void its fate.<\/p>\n

\nBut thou hast come and all will surely change: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI shall feel the World-Mother in thy golden limbs<\/p>\n

\nAnd hear her wisdom in thy sacred voice.<\/p>\n

\nThe child of the Void shall be reborn in God.<\/p>\n

\nMy Matter shall evade the Inconscient's trance, <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nMy body like my spirit shall be free: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt shall escape from Death and Ignorance.<\/p>\n

\nAnd Savitri musing still replied to him: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n"Speak more to me, speak more, 0 Satyavan,<\/p>\n

\nSpeak of thyself and all thou art within; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI would know thee as if we had ever lived<\/p>\n

\nTogether in the chamber of our souls.<\/p>\n

\nSpeak till a light shall come into my heart<\/p>\n

\nAnd my moved mortal mind shall understand<\/p>\n

\nWhat all the deathless being in me feels.<\/p>\n

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\nIt knows that thou art he my spirit has sought<\/p>\n

\nAmidst earth's thronging visages and forms <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAcross the golden spaces of my life." <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd Satyavan like a replying harp <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo the insistent calling of a flute <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnswered her questioning and let stream to her <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHis heart in many-coloured waves of speech: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n"0 golden princess, perfect Savitri,<\/p>\n

\nMore I would tell than failing words can speak<\/p>\n

\nOf all that thou hast meant to me, unknown,<\/p>\n

\nAll that the lightning flash of love reveals.<\/p>\n

\nIn one great hour of the unveiling gods<\/p>\n

\nEven a brief nearness has reshaped my life.<\/p>\n

\nFor now I know that all I lived and was<\/p>\n

\nMoved towards this moment of my heart's rebirth; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI look back on the meaning of myself,<\/p>\n

\nA soul made ready on earth's soil for thee.<\/p>\n

\nOnce were my days like days of other men: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nTo think and act was all, to enjoy and breathe; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis was the width and height of mortal hope: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYet there came glimpses of a deeper self <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat lives behind life and makes her act its scene. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA truth was felt that screened its shape from mind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA Greatness working towards a hidden end, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd vaguely through the forms of earth there looked <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSomething that life is not and yet must be. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI groped for the Mystery with the lantern. Thought. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIts glimmerings lighted with the abstract word <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA half-visible ground and travelling yard by yard <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt mapped a system of the Self and God. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI could not live the truth it spoke and thought. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI turned to seize its form in visible things, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHoping to fix its rule by mortal mind, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nImposed a narrow structure of world-law <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUpon the freedom of the Infinite, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA hard firm skeleton of outward Truth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mental scheme of a mechanic Power. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis light showed more the darknesses unsearched; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt made the original secrecy more occult.<\/p>\n

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\nIt could not analyse its cosmic veil<\/p>\n

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\nOr glimpse the Wonder-worker's hidden hand<\/p>\n

\nAnd trace the pattern of his magic plans. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI plunged into an inner seeing Mind<\/p>\n

\nAnd knew the secret laws and sorceries<\/p>\n

\nThat make of Matter mind's bewildered slave.<\/p>\n

\nThe mystery was not solved but deepened more.<\/p>\n

\nI strove to find its hints through Beauty and Art,<\/p>\n

\nBut Form cannot unveil the indwelling Power; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOnly it throws its symbols at our hearts.<\/p>\n

\nIt evoked a mood of self, invoked a sign<\/p>\n

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\nOf all the brooding glory hidden in sense: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nI lived in the ray but faced not to the Sun.<\/p>\n

\nI looked upon the world and missed the Self<\/p>\n

\nAnd when I found the Self, I lost the world<\/p>\n

\nMy other selves I lost and the body of God,<\/p>\n

\nThe link of the finite with the Infinite,<\/p>\n

\nThe bridge between the appearance and the Truth,<\/p>\n

\nThe mystic aim for which the world was made,<\/p>\n

\nThe human sense of Immortality.<\/p>\n

\nBut now the gold link comes to me with thy feet<\/p>\n

\nAnd His gold sun has shone on me from thy face.<\/p>\n

\nFor now another realm draws near with thee<\/p>\n

\nAnd now diviner voices fill my ear,<\/p>\n

\nA strange new world swims to me in thy gaze<\/p>\n

\nApproaching like a star from unknown heavens; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nA cry of spheres comes with thee and a song<\/p>\n

\nOf flaming gods. I draw a wealthier breath<\/p>\n

\nAnd in a fierier march of moments move.<\/p>\n

\nMy mind transfigures to a rapturous seer.<\/p>\n

\nA foam-leap travelling from the waves of bliss<\/p>\n

\nHas changed my heart and changed the earth around: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAll with thy coming fills. Air, soil and stream<\/p>\n

\nWear bridal raiment to be fit for thee<\/p>\n

\nAnd sunlight grows a shadow of thy hue<\/p>\n

\nBecause of change within me by thy look.<\/p>\n

\nCome nearer to me from thy car of light<\/p>\n

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\nOn this green sward disdaining not our soil.<\/p>\n

\nFor here are secret spaces made for thee<\/p>\n

\nWhose caves of emerald long to screen thy form.<\/p>\n

\nWilt thou not make this mortal bliss thy sphere?<\/p>\n

\nDescend, 0 Happiness, with thy moon-gold feet,<\/p>\n

\nEnrich earth's floors upon whose sleep we lie. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n0 my bright beauty's princess, Savitri,<\/p>\n

\nBy my delight and thy own joy compelled<\/p>\n

\nEnter my life, thy chamber and thy shrine.<\/p>\n

\nIn the great quietness where spirits meet,<\/p>\n

\nLed by my hushed desire into my woods<\/p>\n

\nLet the dim rustling arches over thee lean; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOne with the breath of things eternal live,<\/p>\n

\nThy heartbeats near to mine, till there shall leap<\/p>\n

\nEnchanted from the fragrance of the flowers<\/p>\n

\nA moment which all murmurs shall recall<\/p>\n

\nAnd every bird remember in its cry." <\/p>\n

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\n     Allured to her lashes by his passionate words<\/p>\n

\nHer fathomless soul looked at him from her eyes; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nPassing her lips in liquid sounds it spoke.<\/p>\n

\nThis word alone she uttered and said all: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n"0 Satyavan, I have heard thee and I know; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI know that thou and only thou art he."<\/p>\n

\nThen down she came from her high carven car<\/p>\n

\nDescending with a soft and faltering haste; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHer many-hued raiment glistening in the light<\/p>\n

\nHovered a moment over the wind-stirred grass,<\/p>\n

\nMixed with a glimmer of her body's ray<\/p>\n

\nLike lovely plumage of a settling bird.<\/p>\n

\nHer gleaming feet upon the green gold sward<\/p>\n

\nScattered a memory of wandering beams<\/p>\n

\nAnd lightly pressed the unspoken desire of earth<\/p>\n

\nCherished in her too brief passing by the soil.<\/p>\n

\nThen flitting like pale brilliant moths her hands<\/p>\n

\nTook from the sylvan verge's sunlit arms<\/p>\n

\nA load of their jewel faces' clustering swarms,<\/p>\n

\nCompanions of the spring-time and the breeze.<\/p>\n

\nA candid garland set with simple forms<\/p>\n

\nHer rapid fingers taught a flower song<\/p>\n

\nThe stanzaed movement of a marriage hymn.<\/p>\n

\nProfound in perfume and immersed in hue<\/p>\n

\nThey mixed their yearning's coloured signs and made<\/p>\n

\nThe bloom of their purity and passion one.<\/p>\n

\nA sacrament of joy in treasuring palms<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe brought, flower-symbol of her offered life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThen with raised hands that trembled a little now <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAt the very closeness that her soul desired, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis bond of sweetness, their bright union's sign, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe laid on the bosom coveted by her love. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs. if inclined before some gracious god <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWho has out of his mist of greatness shone <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo fill with beauty his adorer's hours, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe bowed and touched his feet with worshipping hands; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe made her life his world for him to tread<\/p>\n

\nAnd made her body the room of his delight,<\/p>\n

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\nHer beating heart a remembrancer of bliss.<\/p>\n

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\nHe bent to her and took into his own<\/p>\n

\nTheir married yearning joined like folded hopes; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAs if a whole rich world suddenly possessed,<\/p>\n

\nWedded to all he had been became himself,<\/p>\n

\nAn inexhaustible joy made his alone,<\/p>\n

\nHe gathered all Savitri into his clasp.<\/p>\n

\nAround her his embrace became the sign<\/p>\n

\nOf a locked closeness through slow intimate years,<\/p>\n

\nA first sweet summary of delight to come,<\/p>\n

\nOne brevity intense of all long life. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn a wide moment of two souls that meet <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe felt her being flow into him as in waves <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA river pours into a mighty sea. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs when a soul is merging into God <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo live in Him for ever and know His joy, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer consciousness was a wave of him alone <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd all her separate self was lost in his. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs a starry heaven encircles happy earth, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe shut her into himself in a circle of bliss <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd shut the world into himself and her. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA boundless isolation made them one; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe was aware of her enveloping him <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd let her penetrate his very soul, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs is a world by the world's spirit filled, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs the mortal wakes into Eternity, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs the finite opens to the Infinite. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThus were they in each other lost awhile, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen drawing back from their long ecstasy's trance <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCame into a new self and a new world. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nEach now was a part of the other's unity.<\/p>\n

\nThe world was but their twin self-finding's scene<\/p>\n

\nOr their own wedded being's vaster frame.<\/p>\n

\nOn the high glowing cupola of the day<\/p>\n

\nFate tied a knot with morning's halo threads<\/p>\n

\nWhile by the ministry of an auspice-hour<\/p>\n

\nHeart-bound before the sun, their marriage fire,<\/p>\n

\nThe wedding of the eternal Lord and Spouse<\/p>\n

\nTook place again on earth in human forms: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn a new act of the drama of the world <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe united Two began a greater age. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the silence and murmur of that emerald world <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the mutter of the priest-wind's sacred verse, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAmid the choral whisperings of the leaves <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLove's twain had joined together and grew one. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe natural miracle was wrought once more: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the immutable ideal world<\/p>\n

\nOne human moment was eternal made.<\/p>\n

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\n     Then down the narrow path where their lives had met<\/p>\n

\nHe led and showed to her her future world,<\/p>\n

\nLove's refuge and corner of happy solitude.<\/p>\n

\nAt the path's end through a green cleft in the trees<\/p>\n

\nShe saw a clustering line of hermit-routes<\/p>\n

\nAnd looked now first on her heart's future home,<\/p>\n

\nThe thatch that covered the life of Satyavan.<\/p>\n

\nAdorned with creepers and red-climbing flowers<\/p>\n

\nIt seemed a sylvan beauty in her dreams<\/p>\n

\nSlumbering with brown body and tumbled hair<\/p>\n

\nIn her chamber inviolate of emerald peace.<\/p>\n

\nAround it stretched the forest's anchorite mood<\/p>\n

\nLost in the depths of its own solitude.<\/p>\n

\nThen moved by the deep joy she could not speak,<\/p>\n

\nA little depth of it quivering in her words,<\/p>\n

\nHer happy voice cried out to Satyavan: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n"My heart will stay here on this forest verge<\/p>\n

\nAnd close to this thatched roof while I am far: <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nNow of more wandering it has no need.<\/p>\n

\nBut I must haste back to my father's house<\/p>\n

\nWhich soon will lose one loved accustomed tread <\/p>\n

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\nAnd listen in vain for a once cherished voice. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor soon I shall return nor ever again <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOneness must sever its recovered bliss <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr fate sunder our lives while life is ours." <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOnce more she mounted on the carven car <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd under the ardour of a fiery noon <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLess bright than the splendour of her thoughts and dreams <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe sped swift-reined, swift-hearted but still saw <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn still lucidities of sight's inner world <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThrough the cool scented wood's luxurious gloom <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOn shadowy paths between great rugged trunks <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPace towards a tranquil clearing Satyavan. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA nave of trees enshrined the hermit thatch, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe new deep covert of her felicity, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPreferred to heaven her soul's temple and home. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis now remained with her, her heart's constant scene. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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