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CANTO TWO<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

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A<\/font>LL<\/font><\/b><\/span> she remembered on this day of Fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe road that hazarded not the solemn depths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut turned away to flee to human homes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe wilderness with its mighty monotone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe morning like a lustrous seer above,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe passion of the summits lost in heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe titan murmur of the endless woods.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if a wicket gate to joy were there<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRinged in with voiceless hint and magic sign,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon the margin of an unknown world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReclined the curve of a sun-held recess;<\/span><\/font>
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Groves with strange flowers like eyes of gazing nymphs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPeered from their secrecy into open space,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBoughs whispering to a constancy of light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSheltered a dim and screened felicity,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd slowly a supine inconstant breeze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRan like a fleeting sigh of happiness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver slumberous grasses pranked with green and gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHidden in the forest’s bosom of loneliness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmid the leaves the inmate voices called,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweet like desires enamoured and unseen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCry answering to low insistent cry.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehind slept emerald dumb remotenesses,<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHaunt of a Nature passionate, veiled, denied<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo all but her own vision lost and wild.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEarth in this beautiful refuge free from cares<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMurmured to the soul a song of strength and peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly one sign was there of a human tread:<\/span><\/font>
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A single path, shot thin and arrowlike<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto this bosom of vast and secret life,<\/span><\/font>
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Pierced its enormous dream of solitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere first she met on the uncertain earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe one for whom her heart had come so far.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs might a soul on Nature’s background limned<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStand out for a moment in a house of dream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreated by the ardent breath of life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo he appeared against the forest verge<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInset twixt green relief and golden ray.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if a weapon of the living Light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nErect and lofty like a spear of God<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis figure led the splendour of the morn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNoble and clear as the broad peaceful heavens<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA tablet of young wisdom was his brow,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFreedom’s imperious beauty curved his limbs,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe joy of life was on his open face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis look was a wide daybreak of the gods,<\/span><\/font>
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His head was a youthful Rishi’s touched with light;<\/font><\/p>\n

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His body was a lover’s and a king’s.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the magnificent dawning of his force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBuilt like a moving statue of delight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe illumined the border of the forest page.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of the ignorant eager toil of the years<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbandoning man’s loud drama he had come<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLed by the wisdom of an adverse Fate<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo meet the ancient Mother in her groves.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn her divine communion he had grown<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA foster-child of beauty and solitude,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeir to the centuries of the lonely wise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA brother of the sunshine and the sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA wanderer communing with depth and marge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Veda-knower of the unwritten book<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPerusing the mystic scripture of her forms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe had caught her hierophant significances,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer sphered immense imaginations learned,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTaught by sublimities of stream and wood<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd voices of the sun and star and flame<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd chant of the magic singers on the boughs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the<\/i> dumb teaching of four-footed things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHelping with confident steps her slow great hands<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe leaned to her influence like a flower to rain<\/span><\/font>
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And, like the flower and tree a natural growth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWidened with the touches of her shaping hours.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe mastery free natures have was his<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd their assent to joy and spacious calm;<\/span><\/font>
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One with the single Spirit inhabiting all,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe laid experience at the Godhead’s feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis mind was open to her infinite mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis acts were rhythmic with her primal force;<\/span><\/font>
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He had subdued his mortal thought to hers.<\/font><\/p>\n

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That day he had turned from his accustomed paths;<\/font><\/p>\n

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For One who, knowing every moment’s load,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Can move in all our studied or careless steps,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Had laid the spell of destiny on his feet<\/font><\/p>\n

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And drawn him to the forest’s flowering verge.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At first her glance that took life’s million shapes<\/font><\/p>\n

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Impartially to people its treasure-house<\/font><\/p>\n

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Along with sky and flower and hill and star,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Dwelt rather on the bright harmonious scene.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It saw the green gold of the slumbrous sward,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The grasses quivering with the slow wind’s tread,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The branches haunted by the wild bird’s call.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Awake to Nature, vague as yet to life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The eager prisoner from the Infinite,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The immortal wrestler in its mortal house,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its pride, power, passion of a striving God,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It saw this image of veiled deity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This thinking master creature of the earth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This last result of the beauty or the stars,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But only saw like fair and common forms<\/font><\/p>\n

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The artist spirit needs not for its work<\/font><\/p>\n

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And puts aside in memory’s shadowy rooms.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A look, a turn decides our ill-poised fate.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thus in the hour that most concerned her all,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Wandering unwarned by the slow surface mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The heedless scout beneath her tenting lids<\/font><\/p>\n

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Admired indifferent beauty and cared not<\/font><\/p>\n

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To wake her body’s spirit to its king.<\/font><\/p>\n

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So might she have passed by on chance ignorant roads<\/font><\/p>\n

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Missing the call of Heaven, losing life’s aim,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But the god touched in time her conscious soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her vision settled, caught and all was changed.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her mind at first dwelt in ideal dreams,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Those intimate transmitters of earth’s signs<\/font><\/p>\n

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That make known things a hint of unseen spheres,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And saw in him the genius of the spot,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A symbol figure standing mid earth’s scenes,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A king of life outlined in delicate air.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet this was but a moment’s reverie,<\/font><\/p>\n

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For suddenly her heart looked out at him,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The passionate seeing used thought cannot match,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And knew one nearer than its own close strings.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All in a moment was surprised and seized,<\/font><\/p>\n

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All in inconscient ecstasy lain wrapped<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or under imagination’s coloured lids<\/font><\/p>\n

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Held up in a large mirror-air of dream,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Broke forth in flame to recreate the world,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And in that flame to new things she was
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A mystic tumult from her depths arose;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hailed, smitten erect like one who dreamed at ease,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife ran to gaze from every gate of sense:<\/span><\/font>
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Thoughts indistinct and glad in moon-mist heavens,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFeelings as when a universe takes birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwept through the turmoil of her bosom’s space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInvaded by a swarm of golden gods:<\/span><\/font>
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Arising to a hymn of wonder’s priests<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her soul flung wide its doors to this new sun.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An alchemy worked, the transmutation came;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The missioned face had wrought the Master’s spell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the nameless light of two approaching eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA swift and fated turning of her days<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAppeared and stretched to the gleam of unknown worlds.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen trembling with the mystic shock her heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoved in her breast and cried out like a bird<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWho<\/i> hears his mate upon a neighbouring bough.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHooves trampling fast, wheels largely stumbling ceased;<\/span><\/font>
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The chariot stood like an arrested wind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Satyavan looked out from his soul’s doors<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd felt the enchantment of her liquid voice<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFill his youth’s purple ambiance and endured<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe haunting miracle of a perfect face.<\/span><\/font>
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\nDrawn to soul-spaces opening round a brow,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe turned to the vision like a sea to the moon<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd suffered a dream of beauty and of change,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDiscovered the aureole round a mortal’s head,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdored a new divinity in things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis self-bound nature foundered as in fire;<\/span><\/font>
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His life was taken into another’s life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe splendid lonely idols of his brain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFell prostrate from their bright sufficiencies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs at the touch of a new infinite,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo worship a godhead greater than their own.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn unknown imperious force drew him to her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMarvelling he came across the golden sward:<\/span><\/font>
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Gaze met close gaze and clung in sight’s embrace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A visage was there, noble and great and calm,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if encircled by a halo of thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A span, an arch of meditating light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As though some secret nimbus half was seen;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her inner vision still remembering knew<\/font><\/p>\n

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A forehead that wore the crown of all her past,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Two eyes her constant and eternal stars,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Comrade and sovereign eyes that claimed her soul,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Lids known through many lives, large frames of love.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He met in her regard his future’s gaze,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A promise and a presence and a fire,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Saw an embodiment of aeonic dreams,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mystery of the rapture for which all<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yearns in this world of brief mortality<\/font><\/p>\n

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Made in material shape his very own.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This golden figure given to his grasp<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hid in its breast the key of all his aims,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A spell to bring the Immortal’s bliss on earth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To mate with heaven’s truth our mortal thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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To lift earth-hearts nearer the Eternal’s sun.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In these great spirits now incarnate here<\/font><\/p>\n

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Love brought down power out of eternity<\/font><\/p>\n

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To make of life his new undying base.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His passion surged a wave from fathomless deeps,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It leapt to earth from far forgotten heights,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But kept its nature of infinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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On the dumb bosom of this oblivious globe<\/font><\/p>\n

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Although as unknown beings we seem to meet,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Moved to each other by a causeless force.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The soul can recognise its answering soul<\/font><\/p>\n

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Across dividing Time and, on Life’s roads<\/font><\/p>\n

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Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers<\/font><\/p>\n

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Familiar splendours in an unknown face<\/font><\/p>\n

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And touched by the warning finger of swift love<\/font><\/p>\n

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It thrills again to an immortal joy<\/font><\/p>\n

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Wearing a mortal body for delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Our knowings; we are greater than our thoughts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And sometimes earth unveils that vision here. ")<\/span><\/p>\n

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Love is a glory from eternity’s spheres. )<\/font><\/p>\n

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Abased, disfigured, mocked by baser mights<\/font><\/p>\n

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That steal his name and shape and ecstasy,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He is still the Godhead by which all can change.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mystery wakes in our inconscient stuff,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A bliss is born that can remake our life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLove dwells in us like an unopened flower<\/span><\/font>
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Awaiting a rapid moment of the soul,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The child-god is at play, he seeks himself<\/font><\/p>\n

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In many hearts and minds and living forms:<\/font><\/p>\n

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He lingers for a sign that he can know<\/font><\/p>\n

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And, when it comes, wakes blindly to a voice,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A look, a touch, the meaning of a face.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His instrument the dim corporeal mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of celestial insight now forgetful grown,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He seizes on some sign of outward charm<\/font><\/p>\n

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To guide him mid the throng of Nature’s hints,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Reads heavenly truths into earth’s semblances,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Desires the image for the Godhead’s sake,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Divines the immortalities of form<\/font><\/p>\n

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And takes the body for the sculptured soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Through vision looks at the invisible,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In earth’s alphabet finds a God-like sense;<\/font><\/p>\n

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But the mind only thinks, "Behold the one<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor whom my life has waited long unfilled,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehold the sudden sovereign of my days."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeart feels for heart, limb cries for answering limb;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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All strives to enforce the unity all is.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToo far from the Divine, Love seeks his truth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd life is blind and the instruments deceive<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Powers are there that labour to debase. 1<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill can the vision come, the joy arrive.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRare is the cup fit for love’s nectar wine, 5<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs rare the vessel that can hold God’s birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA soul made ready through a thousand year$<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs the living mould of a supreme Descent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese knew each other though in forms thus strange.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlthough to sight unknown, although life, mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHad altered to hold a new significance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font>\u2013 451<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThese bodies summed the drift of numberless births<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the spirit to the spirit was the same.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmazed by a joy for which they had waited long,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe lovers met upon their different paths,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTravellers across the limitless plains of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTogether drawn from fate-led journeyings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the self-closed solitude of their human past,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo a swift rapturous dream of future joy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the unexpected present of these eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy the revealing greatness of a look,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForm-smitten the spirit’s memory woke in sense.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe mist was torn that lay between two lives;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Her heart unveiled and his to find her turned;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Attracted as in heaven star by star,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey wondered at each other and rejoiced<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wove affinity in a silent gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA moment passed that was eternity’s ray,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn hour began, the matrix of new Time.<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font>\u2013 452<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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