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\nBOOK FIVE<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Book of Love<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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

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\nTHE DESTINED MEETING-PLACE<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/font>
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B<\/font>UT <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/b>now the destined spot and hour were close;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Unknowing she had neared her nameless goal.
\nFor though a dress of blind and devious chance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs laid upon the work of all-wise Fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur acts interpret an omniscient Force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat dwells in the compelling stuff of things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd nothing happens in the cosmic play<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut at its time and in its foreseen place.<\/span>‘)<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/i>To a space she came of soft and delicate air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat seemed a sanctuary of youth and joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA highland world of free and green delight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere spring and summer lay together and strove<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn indolent and amicable debate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInarmed, disputing with laughter who should rule.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere expectation beat wide sudden wings,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if a soul had looked out from earth’s face<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all that was in her felt a coming change<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd forgetting obvious joys and common dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nObedient to Time’s call and the spirit’s fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWere lifted to a beauty calm and pure<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat lived under the eyes of Eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA crowd of mountainous heads assailed the sky<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPushing towards rival shoulders nearer heaven,<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe armoured leaders of an iron line;<\/span><\/font>
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Earth prostrate lay beneath their feet of stone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBelow there crouched a dream of emerald woods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd gleaming borders solitary as sleep:<\/span><\/font>
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Pale waters ran like glimmering threads of pearl.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sigh was straying among happy leaves;<\/span><\/font>
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Cool-perfumed with slow pleasure-burdened feet<\/font><\/p>\n

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Faint stumbling breezes faltered among flowers.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The white crane stood, a vivid motionless streak,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Peacock and parrot jewelled soil and tree,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The dove’s soft moan enriched the enamoured air<\/font><\/p>\n

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And fire-winged wild-drakes swam in silvery pools.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Earth couched alone with her great lover Heaven,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Uncovered to her consort’s purple eye.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In her luxurious ecstasy of joy<\/font><\/p>\n

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She squandered the love-music of her notes,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Wasted the passionate pattern of her blooms<\/font><\/p>\n

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And festival riot of her scents and hues.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A cry and leap and hurry were around,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The stealthy footfalls of her chasing things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The shaggy emerald of her centaur mane,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The gold and sapphire of her warmth and blaze.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Magician of her rapt felicities,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Blithe, sensuous-hearted, careless and divine,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Life ran or hid in her delightful rooms;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Behind all brooded Nature’s grandiose calm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPrimeval peace was there and in its bosom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeld undisturbed the strife of bird and beast.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan, the deep-browed artificer, had not come<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo lay his hand on happy inconscient things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThought was not there nor the measurer, strong-eyed toil,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife had not learned its discord with its aim.<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe mighty Mother lay outstretched at ease.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll was in line with her first satisfied plan;<\/span><\/font>
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Moved by a universal will of joy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe trees bloomed in their green felicity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the wild children brooded not on pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt the end reclined a stem and giant tract<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf tangled depths and solemn questioning hills<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd peaks like a bare austerity of the soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nArmoured, remote and desolately grand<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike the thought-screened infinities that lie<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehind the rapt smile of the Almighty’s dance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA matted forest-head invaded heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if a blue-throated ascetic peered<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom the stone fastness of his mountain cell<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRegarding the brief gladness of the days;<\/span><\/font>
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His vast extended spirit couched behind.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mighty murmur of immense retreat<\/font><\/p>\n

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Besieged the ear, a sad and limitless call<\/font><\/p>\n

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As of a soul retiring from the world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This was the scene which the ambiguous Mother<\/font><\/p>\n

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Had chosen for her brief felicitous hour;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here in this solitude far from the world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer part she began in the world’s joy and strife.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere were disclosed to her the mystic courts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe lurking doors of beauty and surprise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe wings that murmur in the golden house,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe temple of sweetness and the fiery aisle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA stranger on the sorrowful roads of Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImmortal under the yoke of death and fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sacrificant of the bliss and pain of the spheres,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLove in the wilderness met Savitri.<\/span><\/font>
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