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CANTO SEVEN*<\/b><\/font><\/p>\n

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I<\/font>N<\/font><\/b> the little hermitage in the forest’s heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the sunlight and the moonlight and the dark<\/p>\n

\nThe daily human life went plodding on<\/p>\n

\nEven as before with its small unchanging works<\/p>\n

\nAnd its spare outward body of routine<\/p>\n

\nAnd happy quiet of ascetic peace.<\/p>\n

\nThe old beauty smiled of the terrestrial scene;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She too was her old gracious self to men.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Ancient Mother clutched her child to her breast<\/font><\/p>\n

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Pressing her close in her environing arms,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if earth ever the same could for ever keep<\/font><\/p>\n

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The living spirit and body in her clasp,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if death were not there nor end nor change.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Accustomed only to read outward signs<\/font><\/p>\n

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None saw aught new in her, none divined her state;<\/font><\/p>\n

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They saw a person where was only God’s vast,<\/p>\n

\nA still being or a mighty nothingness.<\/p>\n

\nTo all she was the same perfect Savitri:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A greatness and a sweetness and a light<\/p>\n

\nPoured out from her upon her little world.<\/p>\n

\nLife showed to all the same familiar face,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her acts followed the old unaltered round,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe spoke the words that she was wont to speak<\/font><\/p>\n

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And did the things that she had always done.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHer eyes looked out on earth’s unchanging face,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAround her soul’s muteness all moved as of old,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A vacant consciousness watched from within,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Empty of all but bare Reality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was no will behind the word and act,<\/font><\/p>\n

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No thought formed in her brain to guide the speech:<\/font><\/p>\n

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An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown<\/font><\/p>\n

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Guarded the body for its future work,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or Nature moved in her old stream of force.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPerhaps she bore made conscious in her breast<\/font><\/p>\n

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The miraculous Nihil, origin of our souls<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd source and sum of the vast world’s events,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe womb and grave of thought, a cipher of God,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A zero circle of being’s totality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It used her speech and acted in her acts,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt was beauty in her limbs, life in her breath;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The original Mystery wore her human face.<\/p>\n

\nThus was she lost within to separate self;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her mortal ego perished in God’s night.<\/p>\n

\nOnly a body was left, the ego’s shell<\/p>\n

\nAfloat mid drift and foam of the world-sea,<\/p>\n

\nA sea of dream watched by a motionless sense<\/p>\n

\nIn a figure of unreal reality.<\/p>\n

\nAn impersonal foresight could already see,\u2014<\/p>\n

\nIn the unthinking knowledge of the spirit<\/p>\n

\nEven now it seemed nigh done, inevitable,\u2014<\/p>\n

\nThe individual die, the cosmos pass;<\/font><\/p>\n

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These gone, the transcendental grew a myth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Holy Ghost without the Father and Son,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or, a substratum of what once had been,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Being that never willed to bear a world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Restored to its original loneliness,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Impassive, sole, silent, intangible.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet all was not extinct in this deep loss, .<\/font><\/p>\n

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The being travelled not towards nothingness.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was some high surpassing Secrecy,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And when she sat alone with Satyavan,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her moveless mind with his that searched and strove,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the hush of the profound and intimate night<\/font><\/p>\n

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She turned to the face of a veiled voiceless Truth<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hid in the dumb recesses of the heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or waiting beyond the last peak climbed by Thought,\u2014<\/font><\/p>\n

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Unseen itself it sees the struggling world<\/font><\/p>\n

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And prompts our quest, but cares not to be found,\u2014<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of that distant Vast came a reply.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Something unknown, unreached, inscrutable<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sent down the messages of its bodiless Light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Crossing the immobile silence of her mind:<\/font><\/p>\n

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In its might of irresponsible sovereignty<\/font><\/p>\n

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It seized on speech to give those flamings shape,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Made beat the heart of wisdom in a word<\/font><\/p>\n

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And spoke immortal things through mortal lips.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or, listening to the sages of the woods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In question and in answer broke from her<\/font><\/p>\n

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High strange revealings impossible to men,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Something or someone secret and remote<\/font><\/p>\n

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Took hold of her body for his mystic use,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her mouth was seized to channel ineffable truths,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Knowledge unthinkable found an utterance.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Astonished by a new enlightenment,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Invaded by a streak of the Absolute,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThey marvelled at her, for she seemed to know<\/font><\/p>\n

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What they had only glimpsed at times afar.<\/font><\/p>\n

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These thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Impassive the body claimed not its own voice,<\/p>\n

\nBut let the luminous greatness through it pass.<\/p>\n

\nA dual Power at being’s occult poles<\/p>\n

\nStill acted, nameless and invisible:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her divine emptiness was their instrument.<\/p>\n

\nInconscient Nature dealt with the world it had made,<\/p>\n

\nAnd using still the body’s instruments<\/p>\n

\nSlipped through the conscious void she had become;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The superconscient Mystery through that Void<\/p>\n

\nMissioned its word to touch the thoughts of men.<\/p>\n

\nAs yet this great impersonal speech was rare.<\/p>\n

\nBut now the unmoving wide spiritual space<\/p>\n

\nIn which her mind survived tranquil and bare,<\/p>\n

\nAdmitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A thought came through draped as an outer voice.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It called not for the witness of the mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It spoke not to the hushed receiving heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It came direct to the pure perception’s seat,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An only centre now of consciousness,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIf centre could be where all seemed only space;<\/font><\/p>\n

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No more shut in by body’s walls and gates,<\/p>\n

\nHer being a circle without circumference<\/p>\n

\nAlready now surpassed all cosmic bounds<\/p>\n

\nAnd more and more spread into infinity.<\/p>\n

\nThis being was its own unbounded world,<\/p>\n

\nA world without form or feature or circumstance,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet saw itself and looked on all around<\/font><\/p>\n

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In a silence motionless and illimitable.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was no person there, no centred mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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No seat of feeling on which beat events<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or objects wrought and shaped reaction’s stress.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was no motion in this inner world,<\/font><\/p>\n

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All was a still and even infinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But now she sat by sleeping Satyavan<\/p>\n

\nAwake within, and the enormous Night<\/p>\n

\nSurrounded her with the Unknowable’s vast.<\/p>\n

\nA voice began to speak from her own heart<\/p>\n

\nThat was not hers, yet mastered thought and sense.<\/p>\n

\nAs it spoke all changed within her and without;<\/font><\/p>\n

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All was, all lived, she felt all being one;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The world of unreality ceased to be:<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was no more a universe built by mind,<\/p>\n

\nConvicted as a structure or a sign;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A spirit, a being saw created things<\/font><\/p>\n

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And cast itself into unnumbered forms<\/font><\/p>\n

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And was what it saw and made; all now became<\/font><\/p>\n

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An evidence of one stupendous truth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A Truth in which negation had no place,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A being and a living consciousness,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A stark and absolute Reality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There the unreal could not find a place,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The sense of unreality was slain:<\/font><\/p>\n

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There all was conscious, made of the Infinite,<\/font><\/p>\n

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All had a substance of Eternity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet this was the same Indecipherable;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It seemed to cast from it universe like a dream<\/font><\/p>\n

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Vanishing for ever into an original Void.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut this was no more some vague ubiquitous point<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or a cipher of vastness in unreal Nought.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was the same but now no more seemed far<\/font><\/p>\n

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To the living clasp of her recovered soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was her self, it was the self of all,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was the reality of existing things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was the consciousness of all that lived<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd felt and saw; it was Timelessness and Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was the Bliss of formlessness and form.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was all Love and the one Beloved’s arms,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was sight and thought in one all-seeing Mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It was joy of being on the peaks of God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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She passed beyond Time into eternity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Slipped out of space and became the Infinite;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her being rose into unreachable heights<\/font><\/p>\n

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And found no end of its journey in the Self.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It plunged into the unfathomable deeps<\/font><\/p>\n

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And found no end to the silent mystery<\/font><\/p>\n

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That held all world within one lonely breast,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet harboured all creation’s multitudes.<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was all vastness and one measureless point,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was a height beyond heights, a depth beyond depths,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She lived in the everlasting and was all<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThat harbours death and bears the wheeling hours.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All contraries were true in one huge spirit<\/font><\/p>\n

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Surpassing measure, change and circumstance.<\/font><\/p>\n

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An individual, one with cosmic self<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the heart of the Transcendent’s miracle<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the secret of World-personality<\/font><\/p>\n

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Was the creator and the lord of all.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mind was a single innumerable look<\/p>\n

\nUpon himself and all that he became,<\/p>\n

\nLife was his drama and the Vast a stage,<\/p>\n

\nThe universe was his body. God its soul.<\/p>\n

\nAll was one single immense reality,<\/p>\n

\nAll its innumerable phenomenon.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her spirit saw the world as living God;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It saw the One and knew that all was He.<\/p>\n

\nShe knew him as the Absolute’s self-space,<\/p>\n

\nOne with her self and ground of all things here<\/p>\n

\nIn which the world wanders seeking for the Truth<\/p>\n

\nGuarded behind its face of ignorance:<\/font><\/p>\n

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She followed him through the march of endless Time.<\/p>\n

\nAll Nature’s happenings were events in her,<\/p>\n

\nThe heart-beats of the cosmos were her own,<\/p>\n

\nAll beings thought and felt and moved in her;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She inhabited the vastness of the world,<\/p>\n

\nIts distances were her nature’s boundaries,<\/p>\n

\nIts closenesses her own life’s intimacies.<\/p>\n

\nHer mind became familiar with its mind,<\/p>\n

\nIts body was her body’s larger frame<\/p>\n

\nIn which she lived and knew herself in it<\/p>\n

\nOne, multitudinous in its multitudes.<\/p>\n

\nShe was a single being, yet all things;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The world was her spirit’s wide circumference,<\/p>\n

\nThe thoughts of others were her intimates,<\/p>\n

\nTheir feelings close to her universal heart,<\/p>\n

\nTheir bodies her many bodies kin to her;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was no more herself but all the world.<\/p>\n

\nOut of the infinitudes all came to her,<\/p>\n

\nInto the infinitudes sentient she spread,<\/p>\n

\nInfinity was her own natural home.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Nowhere she dwelt, her spirit was everywhere,<\/p>\n

\nThe distant constellations wheeled round her;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Earth saw her bom, all worlds were her colonies,<\/p>\n

\nThe greater worlds of life and mind were hers,<\/p>\n

\nAll Nature reproduced her in its lines,<\/p>\n

\nIts movements were large copies of her own.<\/p>\n

\nShe was the single self of all these selves,<\/p>\n

\nShe was in them and they were all in her.<\/p>\n

\nThis first was an immense identity<\/p>\n

\nIn which her own identity was lost:<\/font><\/p>\n

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What seemed herself was an image of the Whole.<\/p>\n

\nShe was a subconscient life of tree and flower,<\/p>\n

\nThe outbreak of the honied buds of spring;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She burned in the passion and splendour of the rose,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was the red heart of the passion flower,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The dream-white of the lotus in its pool.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of subconscient life she climbed to mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was thought and the passion of the world’s heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe was the godhead hid in the heart of man,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was the climbing of his soul to God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The cosmos flowered in her, she was its bed.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe was Time and the dreams of God in Time;<\/font><\/p>\n

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She was Space and the wideness of his days.<\/p>\n

\nFrom this she rose where Time and Space were not;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The superconscient was her native air,<\/p>\n

\nInfinity was her movement’s natural space;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Eternity looked out from her on Time.<\/font><\/p>\n

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