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\n

\n

<\/p>\n

CANTO FOURTEEN<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nTHE WORLD-SOUL<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\n


\nA COVERT answer to his seeking came.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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

A
\nglowing mouth was seen, a luminous shaft,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

A veiled
\nretreat and escape to mystery.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

It fled
\ninto the bosom of the unknown,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

It
\nplunged as if a mystic groove of hope<\/p>\n

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

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

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

To reach
\nthe last profound of the world's heart,<\/p>\n

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

And from
\nthat heart there surged a wordless <\/span>
\ncall<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

As if a
\nbeckoning finger of secrecy<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Pointing
\nat him from some near hidden depth,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

An
\nintimation of a lurking joy<\/p>\n

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

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

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

There
\nshimmered stealing out into the Mind<\/p>\n

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

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

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

A
\npassion and delicacy of roseate fire.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Feels
\nnow the closeness of a waiting love,<\/p>\n

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

Into a
\npassage dim and tremulous<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nThat clasped him in from day and night's pursuit,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHe travelled led by a mysterious sound.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA murmur, multitudinous and lone,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nA hidden call to unforeseen delight<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIn the summoning voice of one long-known and loved,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nBut<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nnameless to<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nthe unremembering mind,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt led to rapture back the truant heart.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe immortal cry ravished the captive ear;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThen, lowering its imperious mystery,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt sank to a whisper circling round the soul.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt seemed the yearning of a lonely flute<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThat roamed along the shores of memory<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd filled the eyes with tears of longing joy.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA cricket's rash and fiery single note,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nmarked with shrill melody night's moonless hush<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd beat upon a nerve of mystic sleep<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIts high insistent magical reveille.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA jingling silver laugh of anklet bells<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nTravelled the roads of a solitary heart;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIts dance solaced an eternal loneliness:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAn old forgotten sweetness sobbing came.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOr<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nfrom a far harmonious distance heard<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe tinkling pace of a long caravan<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nseemed at times, or a vast forest's hymn,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe solemn reminder of a temple gong,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA bee-croon honey-drunk in summer isles<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nArdent with ecstasy in a slumberous noon,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOr<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nthe far anthem of a pilgrim sea.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAn incense floated in the quivering air,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA mystic happiness trembled in the breast<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAs if the invisible Beloved had come<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAssuming the sudden loveliness of a face<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd close glad hands could seize his fugitive feet<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd the world change with the beauty of a smile.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nInto a wonderful bodiless realm he came,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe home of a passion without name or voice,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA depth he felt answering to every height,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA nook was found that could embrace all worlds,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA point that was the conscious knot of space,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAn hour eternal in the heart of Time.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe silent soul of all the world was there:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA Being lived, a Presence and a Power,<\/P><\/p>\n

A single
\nPerson who was himself and all<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nAnd cherished Nature's sweet and dangerous throbs<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

One who
\ncould love without return for love,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

It
\nhealed the bitter cruelties of earth<\/p>\n

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

\nTransforming all experience to delight;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nIntervening in the sorrowful paths of birth<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

And
\nstilled all weeping with its hand of joy,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

It
\nturned racked falsehood into happy truth;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nIts power was to reveal divinity.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nInfinit, coeval with the mind of God,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt bore within itself a seed, a flame,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA seed from which the Eternal is new-born,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA flame that cancels death in mortal things.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAll grew to all kindred and self and near,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe intimacy of God was everywhere,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nNo veil was felt, no brute barrier inert,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nDistance could not divide. Time could not change.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA fire of passion burned in spirit-depths,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA constant touch of sweetness linked all hearts,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe throb of one adoration's single bliss<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIn a rapt ether of undying love.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAn inner happiness abode in all,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA sense of universal harmonies,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA measureless secure eternity<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOf truth and beauty and good and joy made one.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThere was the welling core of finite life;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA formless spirit became the soul of form.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\n     All there was soul or made of sheer soul-stuff:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

All here
\nwas known by a spiritual sense:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nThought was not there but a knowledge near and one<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nSeized on all things by a moved identity,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA sympathy of self with other selves,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe touch of consciousness on consciousness<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd being's look on being with inmost gaze<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd heart laid bare to heart without walls of speech<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nAnd the unanimity of seeing minds<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIn myriad forms luminous with the one God.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nLife was not there, but an impassioned force,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nFiner than fineness, deeper than the deeps<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nFelt as a subtle and spiritual power,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA quivering out from soul to answering soul,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA mystic movement, a close influence,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA free and happy and intense approach<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOf being to being with no screen or check,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nWithout which life and love could never have been.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nBody was not there, for bodies were needed not,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe soul itself was its own deathless form<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd met at once the touch of other souls<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nClose, blissful, concrete, wonderfully true.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAs when one walks in sleep through luminous dreams<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd, conscious, knows the truth their figures mean,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThere where reality was its own dream,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHe<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nknew things by their soul and not their shape:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAs those who have lived long made one in love<\/P><\/p>\n

Need
\nword nor sign for heart's reply to heart,<\/p>\n

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

He met
\nand communed without bar of speech<\/p>\n

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

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

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

There
\nwas a strange spiritual scenery,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

A flow,
\na fixity in a soul-space,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

And
\ngardens that were flower-tracts of the spirit,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Air was
\nthe breath of a pure infinite.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

As if
\nthe scent and hue of all sweet flowers<\/p>\n

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

Had
\nmingled to copy heaven's atmosphere.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

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

There
\nall was beautiful by its own right<\/p>\n

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

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

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

All
\nobjects were like bodies of the Gods,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

For
\nworld and self were one reality.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\n     Immersed in voiceless internatal trance<\/P><\/p>\n

The
\nbeings that once wore forms on earth sat there<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Passed
\nwere the pillar-posts of birth and death,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Passed
\nwere the heavens and hells of their long road;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nThey had returned into the world's deep soul.<\/P><\/p>\n

All now
\nwas gathered into pregnant rest:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

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

In
\ntrance they gathered back their bygone selves,<\/p>\n

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

In a
\nbackground memory's foreseeing muse<\/p>\n

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

\nProphetic of new personality<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nArranged the map of their coming destiny's course:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHeirs of their past, their future's discoverers,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

They
\nwaited for the adventure of new life.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Although
\nthe same for ever in many shapes<\/p>\n

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

By the
\noutward mind unrecognisable<\/p>\n

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

Assuming
\nnames unknown in unknown climes<\/p>\n

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

Imprints
\nthrough Time upon the earth's worn page<\/p>\n

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

A
\ngrowing figure of its secret self,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Till it
\ncan see its truth alive and God.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

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

The
\nsoul's experiment of joy and grief<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nAnd thought and impulse lighting the blind act,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

Through
\ninner movements and external scenes<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Into
\ncreation's centre he had come.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nThe Spirit wandering- <\/span>
\nfrom state to state<\/span><\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\n
\nFinds here the silence of its starting-point <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\n
\nAnd brooding passion of the world of Soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\n
\nThe calm persistent vision of the One <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nInevitably re-makes, in lives anew: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nForces and lives and beings and ideas <\/i><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nThere they remould their purpose and their drift,<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

Ever
\nthey change and changing ever grow,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

And
\nafter long reconstituting sleep<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Until
\ntheir work in cosmic Time is done.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n     Here was the fashioning chamber of the worlds.<\/P><\/p>\n

An
\ninterval was left twixt act and act,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

A pause
\nthat gave new strength to do and be.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Mute
\nbirth-places of light and hope and love,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

In a
\nslumber of the voices of the world<\/p>\n

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

He of
\nthe eternal moment grew aware,<\/p>\n

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

His
\nknowledge stripped bare of the garbs of sense<\/p>\n

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

Knew by
\nidentity without thought or word,<\/p>\n

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

His
\nbeing saw itself without its veils,<\/p>\n

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

Life's
\nline fell from the spirit's infinity.<\/p>\n

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

Along a
\nroad of pure interior light,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Under
\nthe watching eye of nameless Gods,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Towards
\nthe end which ever begins again,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

To the
\nsource of all things human and divine.<\/p>\n

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

There he
\nbeheld in their mighty union's poise<\/p>\n

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

The
\nfigure of the deathless Two-in-One,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

A
\ndiarchy of two united souls,<\/p>\n

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

Seated
\nabsorbed in deep creative joy;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nTheir trance of bliss sustained the mobile world.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

Who
\nbrought them forth from the Unknowable.<\/p>\n

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

Ever
\ndisguised she awaits the seeking spirit,<\/p>\n

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

Watcher
\non the supreme unreachable peaks,<\/p>\n

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

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

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

She
\nguards the austere approach to the Alone.<\/p>\n

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

At the
\nbeginning of each far-spread plane<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n
\nPervading with her power the cosmic suns<\/P><\/p>\n

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

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

And
\nthinker of the symbol of its scene.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

The sole
\nomnipotent Goddess ever-veiled<\/p>\n

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

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

\n

\n
\nThe ages are the footfalls of her tread,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nTheir happenings the figure of her thoughts,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd all creation is her endless act.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHis spirit was made a vessel of her force,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nMute in the fathomless passion of his will<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHe<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\noutstretched to her his folded hands of prayer.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThen in a sovereign answer to his heart<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA gesture came as of worlds thrown away,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd from her raiment's lustrous mystery raised<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOne<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\narm half-parted the eternal veil.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA light appeared still and imperishable.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAttracted to the large and luminous depths<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOf the ravishing enigma of her eyes,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHe<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>
\nsaw the mystic outline of a face.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOverwhelmed by her implacable light and bliss,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAn atom of her illimitable self<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nMastered by the honey and lightning of her power,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nTossed towards the shores of her ocean ecstasy,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nDrunk with a deep golden spiritual wine,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHe cast from the rent stillness of his soul<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA cry of adoration and desire<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd the surrender of his boundless mind<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd the self-giving of his silent heart.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHe fell down at her feet unconscious, prone.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\n\t\t\t\t\t\tEND OF CANTO FOURTEEN<\/span><\/font><\/P><\/p>\n

\n

\n<\/p>\n

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