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CANTO THREE<\/font> <\/font>
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THE ENTRY INTO THE INNER COUNTRIES<\/font>
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\nAs if from a loud thronged market into a cave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy an inward moment’s magic she had come,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA stark hushed emptiness became her self:<\/span><\/font>
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Her mind unvisited by the voice of thought<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStared at a void deep’s dumb infinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer heights receded, her depths behind her closed;<\/span><\/font>
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All fled away from her and left her blank.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut when she came back to her self of thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnce more she was a human thing on earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA lump of Matter, a house of closed sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA mind compelled to think out ignorance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA life-force pressed into a camp of works<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the material world her limiting field.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAmazed like one unknowing she sought her way<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of the tangle of man’s ignorant past<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat took the surface person for the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen a Voice spoke that dwelt on secret heights:<\/span><\/font>
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"For man thou seekst, not for thyself alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly if God assumes the human mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd puts on mortal ignorance for his cloak<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd makes himself the Dwarf with triple stride,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCan he help man to grow into the God.<\/span><\/p>\n

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As man disguised the cosmic Greatness works<\/font><\/p>\n

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And finds the mystic inaccessible gate<\/font><\/p>\n

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And opens the Immortal’s golden door.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Alan human follows in God’s human steps.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Accepting his darkness thou must bring to him light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Accepting his sorrow thou must bring to him bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In Matter’s body find thy heaven-born soul."<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then Savitri surged out of her body’s wall<\/font><\/p>\n

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And stood a little span outside herself<\/font><\/p>\n

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And looked into her subtle being’s depths<\/font><\/p>\n

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And in its heart as in a lotus-bud<\/font><\/p>\n

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Divined her secret and mysterious soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At the dim portal of the inner life<\/font><\/p>\n

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That bars out from our depths the body’s mind<\/font><\/p>\n

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And all that lives but by the body’s breath,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She knocked and pressed against the ebony gate.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The living portal groaned with sullen hinge:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Heavily reluctant it complained inert<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAgainst the tyranny of the spirit’s touch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA formidable voice cried from within:<\/span><\/font>
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"Back, creature of earth, lest tortured and torn thou die."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA dreadful murmur rose like a dim sea;<\/span><\/font>
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The Serpent of the threshold hissing rose,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA fatal guardian hood with monstrous coils,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe hounds of darkness growled with jaws agape,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd trolls and gnomes and goblins scowled and stared<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wild beast roarings thrilled the blood with fear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd menace muttered in a dangerous tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnshaken her will pressed on the rigid bars:<\/span><\/font>
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The gate swung wide with a protesting jar,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The opponent Powers withdrew they dreadful guard;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her being entered into the inner worlds.<\/font>
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In a narrow passage, the subconscient’s gate,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She breathed with difficulty and pain and strove<\/font><\/p>\n

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To find the inner self concealed in sense.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into a dense of subtle Matter packed,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A cavity filled with a blind mass of power,<\/font><\/p>\n

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An opposition of misleading gleams,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A heavy barrier of unseeing sight,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She forced her way through body to the soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Across a perilous border line she passed<\/font><\/p>\n

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Where life dips into the subconscient dusk<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or struggles from Matter into chaos of mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Aswarm with elemental entities<\/font><\/p>\n

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And crude beginnings of incontinent force.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At first a difficult narrowness was there,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A press of uncertain powers and drifting wills;<\/font><\/p>\n

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For all was there but nothing in its place.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt times an opening came, a door was forced;<\/span><\/font>
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She crossed through spaces of a secret self<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd trod in passages of inner Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt last she broke into a form of things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA start of finiteness, a world of sense:<\/span><\/font>
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But all was still confused, nothing self-found.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Soul was not there but only cries of life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A thronged and clamorous air environed her.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A horde of sounds defied significance,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A dissonant clash of cries and contrary calls;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mob of visions broke across the sight,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A jostled sequence lacking sense and suite,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Feelings pushed through a packed and burdened heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Each forced its separate inconsequent way<\/font><\/p>\n

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But cared for nothing but its ego’s drive.<\/font>
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A rally without key of common will,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thought stared at thought and pulled at the taut brain<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if to pluck the reason from its seat<\/font><\/p>\n

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And cast its corpse into life’s wayside drain;<\/font><\/p>\n

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So might forgotten lie in Nature’s mud<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbandoned the slain sentinel of the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo could life’s power shake from it mind’s rule,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNature renounce the spirit’s government<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the bare elemental energies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMake of the sense a glory of boundless joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA splendour of ecstatic anarchy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA revel mighty and mad of utter bliss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis was the sense’s instinct void of soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr when the soul sleeps hidden void of power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut now the vital godhead wakes within<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd lifts the life with the supernal’s touch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut how shall come the glory and the flame<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf mind is cast away into the abyss?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor body without mind has not the light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe rapture of spirit sense, the joy of life;<\/span><\/font>
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All then becomes subconscient, tenebrous,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Inconscience puts its seal on Nature’s page<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or else a mad disorder whirls the brain<\/font><\/p>\n

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Posting along a ravaged nature’s roads,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A chaos of disordered impulses<\/font><\/p>\n

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In which no light can come, no joy, no peace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This state now threatened, this she pushed from her.<\/font><\/p>\n

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As if in a long endless tossing street<\/font><\/p>\n

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One driven mid a trampling hurrying crowd<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hour after hour she trod without release,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Holding by her will the senseless meute at bay;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of the dreadful press she dragged her will<\/font>
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\nAnd fixed her thought upon the saviour Name;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then all grew still and empty, she was free.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA large deliverance came, a vast calm space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAwhile she moved through a blank tranquillity<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf naked Light from an invisible sun,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA void that was a bodiless happiness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA blissful vacuum of nameless peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut now a mightier danger’s front drew near:<\/span><\/font>
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The press of bodily mind, the Inconscient’s brood<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf aimless thought and will had fallen from her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nApproaching loomed a giant head of Life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUngoverned by mind or soul, subconscient, vast.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt tossed all power into a single drive,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt made its power a might of dangerous seas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto the stillness of her silent self,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto the whiteness of its muse of Space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA spate, a torrent of the speed of Life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBroke like a wind-lashed driven mob of waves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRacing on a pale floor of summer sand;<\/span><\/font>
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It drowned its banks, a mountain of climbing waves.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Enormous was its vast and passionate voice.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It cried to her listening spirit as it ran,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nDemanding God’s submission to chainless Force.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A deaf force calling to a status dumb,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A thousand voices in a muted Vast,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIt claimed the heart’s support for its clutch at joy,<\/font><\/p>\n

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For its need to act the witness soul’s consent,<\/font><\/p>\n

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For its lust of power her neutral being’s seal.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into the wideness of her watching self<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIt brought a grandiose gust of the Breath of Life;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its torrent carried the world’s hopes and fears,<\/span><\/p>\n

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And the longing all eternity cannot fill:<\/font><\/p>\n

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It called to the mountain secrecies of the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the miracle of the never-dying fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt spoke to some first inexpressible ecstasy<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHidden in the creative beat of Life;<\/span><\/font>
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Out of the nether unseen deeps it tore<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its lure and magic of disordered bliss,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into earth-light poured its maze of tangled charm<\/font><\/p>\n

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And heady draught of Nature’s primitive joy<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the fire and mystery of forbidden delight<\/font><\/p>\n

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Drunk from the world-libido’s bottomless well,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the honey-sweet poison-wine of lust and death,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But dreamed a vintage of glory of life’s gods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And felt as celestial rapture’s golden sting.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The cycles of the infinity of desire<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the mystique that made an unrealised world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Wider than the known and closer than the unknown<\/font><\/p>\n

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In which hunt for ever the hounds of mind and life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Tempted a deep dissatisfied urge within<\/font><\/p>\n

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To long for the unfulfilled and ever far<\/font><\/p>\n

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And make this life upon a limiting earth<\/font><\/p>\n

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A climb towards summits vanishing in the void,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A search for the glory of the impossible.<\/font><\/p>\n

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It dreamed of that which never has been known,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It grasped at that which never has been won,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It chased into an Elysian memory<\/font><\/p>\n

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The charms that flee from the heart’s soon lost delight;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It dared the force that slays, the joys that hurt,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The imaged shape of unaccomplished things<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the summons to a Circean transmuting dance<\/font><\/p>\n

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And passion’s tenancy of the courts of love<\/font><\/p>\n

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It brought its cry and surge of opposite powers,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its moments of the touch of luminous planes,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its flame-ascensions and sky-pitched vast attempts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its fiery towers of dream built on the winds,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its sinkings towards the darkness and the abyss,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its honey of tenderness, its sharp wine of hate,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its changes of sun and cloud, of laughter and tears,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its bottomless danger pits and swallowing gulfs,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its fear and joy and ecstasy and despair,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its occult wizardries, its simple lines<\/font><\/p>\n

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And great communions and uplifting moves,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its faith in heaven, its intercourse with hell.<\/font><\/p>\n

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These powers were not blunt with the dead weight of earth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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They gave ambrosia’s taste and poison’s sting.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There was an ardour in the gaze of Life<\/font><\/p>\n

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That saw heaven blue in the grey air of Night:<\/font><\/p>\n

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The impulses godward soared on passion’s wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMind’s quick-paced thoughts floated from their high necks<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA glowing splendour as of an irised mane,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA parure of pure intuition’s light;<\/span><\/font>
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Its flame-foot gallop they could imitate:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mind’s voices mimicked inspiration’s stress,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its ictus of infallibility,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its speed and lightning heaven-leap of the Gods.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A trenchant blade that shore the nets of doubt,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its sword of discernment seemed almost divine.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet all that knowledge was a borrowed sun’s,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe forms that came were not heaven’s native births:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its puissance dangerous and absolute<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCould mingle poison with the wine of God.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn these high shining backs falsehood could ride,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTruth lay with delight in error’s passionate arms<\/span><\/font>
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Gliding downstream in a blithe gilded barge:<\/font><\/p>\n

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She edged her ray with a magnificent lie.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Truth stares and does her works with bandaged eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Ignorance is Wisdom’s patron here.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThose galloping hooves in their enthusiast speed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCould bear to a dangerous intermediate zone<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere Death walks wearing a robe of deathless Life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr they enter the valley of the wandering Gleam<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhence, captives or victims of the specious Ray,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSouls trapped in that region never can escape.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAgents, not masters, they serve Life’s desires<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToiling for ever in the snare of Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTheir bodies born out of some Nihil’s womb<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEnsnare the spirit in the moment’s dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen perish vomiting the immortal soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of Matter’s belly into the sink of Nought.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet some uncaught, unslain can warily pass<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCarrying Truth’s image in their sheltered heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPluck Knowledge out of error’s screening grip,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBreak paths through the blind walls of little self,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen travel on to reach a greater life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll this streamed past her and seemed to her vision’s sight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if around a high and voiceless isle<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA clamour of waters from far unknown hills<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwallowed its narrow banks in crowding waves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd made a hungry world of white wild foam:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Hastening, a dragon with a million feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts foam and cry a drunken giant’s din,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTossing a mane of Darkness into God’s sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt ebbed receding into a distant roar,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen smiled again a large and tranquil air;<\/span><\/font>
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Blue heaven, green earth, partners of Beauty’s reign,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLived as of old, companions in happiness;<\/span><\/font>
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And in the world’s heart laughed the joy of life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All now was still, the soil shone dry and pure.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThrough it all she moved not, plunged not in the vain waves.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of the vastness of the silent self<\/font><\/p>\n

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Life’s clamour fled; her spirit was mute and free.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then journeying forward through the self’s wide hash<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe came into a brilliant ordered Space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere Life dwelt parked in an armed tranquillity;<\/span><\/font>
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A chain was on her strong insurgent heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTamed to the modesty of a measured pace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe kept no more her vehement stride and rush,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe had lost the careless majesty of her muse<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the ample grandeur of her regal force;<\/span><\/font>
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Curbed were her mighty pomps, her splendid waste,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sobered the revels of her bacchant play,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Cut down were her squanderings in desire’s bazaar,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Coerced her despot will, her fancy’s dance,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A cold stolidity bound the riot of sense.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her spirit’s bounds they cast in rigid lines.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A royalty without freedom was her lot;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The sovereign throned obeyed her ministers:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her servants mind and sense governed her house<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd guarded with a phalanx of armoured rules<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe reason’s balanced reign, kept order and peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer will lived closed in adamant walls of law,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCoerced was her force by chains that feigned to adorn,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImagination was prisoned in a fort,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer wanton and licentious favourite;<\/span><\/font>
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Reality’s poise and reason’s symmetry<\/font>
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Were set in its place sentinelled by marshalled facts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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They gave to the soul for throne a bench of Law,<\/font><\/p>\n

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For kingdom a small world of rule and line:<\/font><\/p>\n

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The ages’ wisdom, shrivelled to scholiast lines,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Shrank patterned into a copy-book device.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Spirit’s almighty freedom was not here:<\/font><\/p>\n

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A schoolman mind had captured life’s large space,<\/font><\/p>\n

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But chose to live in bare and paltry rooms<\/font><\/p>\n

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Parked off from the too vast dangerous universe,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Fearing to lose its soul in the infinite.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even the Idea’s ample sweep was cut<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into a system, chained to fixed pillars of thought<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or rivetted to Matter’s solid ground:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or else the soul was lost in its own heights:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Obeying the Ideal’s highbrowed law<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThought based a throne on unsubstantial air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDisdaining earth’s flat triviality:<\/span><\/font>
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It barred reality out to live in its dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr all stepped into a systemed universe:<\/span><\/font>
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Life’s empire was a managed continent,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its thoughts an army ranked and disciplined;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Uniformed they kept the logic of their fixed place<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt the bidding of the trained centurion mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr each stepped into its station like a star<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr marched through fixed and constellated heavens<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr kept its feudal rank among its peers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the sky’s unchanging cosmic hierarchy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr like a highbred maiden with chaste eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForbidden to walk unveiled the public ways,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe must in close secluded chambers move,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer feeling in cloisters live or gardened paths.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLife was consigned to a safe level path,<\/span><\/font>
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\nIt dared not tempt the great and difficult heights<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or climb to be neighbour to a lonely star<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or skirt the danger of the precipice<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nOr tempt the foam-curled breakers’ perilous laugh,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Adventure’s lyrist, danger’s amateur,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or into her chamber call some flaming god,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or leave the world’s bounds and, where no limits are,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Meet with the heart’s passion the Adorable<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or set the world ablaze with the inner Fire.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A chastened epithet in the prose of life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nShe must fill with colour just her sanctioned space,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Not break out of the cabin of the idea<\/font><\/p>\n

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Nor trespass into rhythms too high or vast.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even when it soared into ideal air,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThought’s flight lost not itself in heaven’s blue:<\/font><\/p>\n

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It drew upon the skies a patterned flower<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf disciplined beauty and harmonic light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA temperate vigilant spirit governed life:<\/span><\/font>
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Its acts were tools of the considering thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToo cold to take fire and set the world ablaze,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr the careful reason’s diplomatic moves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTesting the means to a prefigured end,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr at the highest pitch some calm Will’s plan<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr a strategy of some High Command within<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo conquer the secret treasures of the gods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr win for a masked king some glorious world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot a reflex of the spontaneous self,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn index of the being and its moods,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA winging of conscious spirit, a sacrament<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf life’s communion with the still Supreme<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr its pure movement on the Eternal’s road.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr else for the body of some high Idea<\/span><\/font>
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A house was built with too close-fitting bricks;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Action and thought cemented made a wall<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of small ideals limiting the soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even meditation mused on a narrow seat;<\/font><\/p>\n

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And worship turned to an exclusive God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo the Universal in a chapel prayed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose doors were shut against the universe:<\/span><\/font>
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Or kneeled to the bodiless Impersonal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA mind shut to the cry and fire of love:<\/span><\/font>
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A rational religion dried the heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt planned a smooth life’s acts with ethics’ rule<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr offered a cold and nameless sacrifice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe sacred Book lay on its sanctified desk<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWrapped in interpretation’s silken strings:<\/span><\/font>
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A credo sealed up its spiritual sense.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here was a quiet country of fixed mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere life no more was all nor passion’s voice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA cry of sense had sunk into a hush.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSoul was not there nor spirit, but mind alone;<\/span><\/font>
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Mind claimed to be the spirit and the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe spirit saw itself as form of mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLost itself in the glory of the thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA light that made invisible the sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto a firm and settled space she came<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere all was still and all things kept their place.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEach found what it had sought and knew its aim.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll had a final last stability.<\/span><\/font>1<\/sup><\/font>
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This narrowed life’s pedestrian thought and will<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDebouched into a little continent space<\/span><\/font>
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Laboured content with small finalities.<\/font>
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It seemed to it the top of being’s arc<\/font>
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And the last circle of the quest of life.<\/font>
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It was a paradise for thoughts’ crowned ease<\/font>
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A tabernacle of wise contented life<\/font>.<\/font>
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There one stood forth who bore authority<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn an important brow and held a rod;<\/span><\/font>
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Command was incarnate in his gesture and tone;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Tradition’s petrified wisdom carved his speech,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His sentences savoured the oracle.<\/font><\/p>\n

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"Traveller or pilgrim of the inner world,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nFortunate art thou to reach our brilliant air<\/font><\/p>\n

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Flaming with thought’s supreme finality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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0 aspirant to the perfect way of life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHere find it; rest from search and live at peace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ours is the home of cosmic certainty. <\/font><\/p>\n

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Here is the truth. God’s harmony is here.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Register thy name in the book of the elite,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Admitted by the sanction of the few,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Adopt thy station of knowledge, thy post in mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thy ticket of order draw in Life’s bureau<\/font><\/p>\n

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All here, docketed and tied, the mind can know,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This is the end and there is no beyond.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here is the safety of the ultimate wall,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here is the clarity of the sword of Light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here is the victory of a single Truth,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Here burns the diamond of flawless bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A favourite of Heaven and Nature live."<\/font><\/p>\n

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But to the too satisfied and confident sage<\/font><\/p>\n

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Savitri replied casting into his world<\/font><\/p>\n

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Sight’s deep release, the heart’s questioning’ inner voice.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For here the heart spoke not, only clear daylight’<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of intellect reigned here, limiting, cold, precise.<\/font><\/p>\n

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"Happy are they who in this chaos of things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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This corning and going of the feet of Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Can find the single Truth, the eternal Law:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Untouched they live by hope and doubt and fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHappy are men anchored on fixed belief<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this uncertain and ambiguous world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr who have planted in the heart’s rich soil<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne small grain of spiritual certitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHappiest who stand on faith as on a rock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut I must pass leaving the ended search,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTruth’s rounded outcome firm, immutable<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd this harmonic building of world-fact,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis ordered knowledge of apparent things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere I can stay not, for I seek my soul."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNone answered in that bright contented world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr only turned on their accustomed way<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAstonished to hear questioning in that air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr thoughts that could still turn to the Beyond.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut some murmured, passers-by from kindred spheres:<\/span><\/font>
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Each by his credo judged the thought she spoke.<\/font><\/p>\n

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"Who then is this who knows not that the soul<\/font><\/p>\n

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Is a least gland or a secretion’s fault<\/font><\/p>\n

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Disquieting the sane government of the mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Disordering the function of the brain,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or a yearning lodged in Nature’s mortal house<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or dream whispered in man’s cave of hollow thought<\/font><\/p>\n

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Who would prolong his brief unhappy term<\/font>
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Or cling to living in a sea of death?"<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut others, "Nay, it is her spirit she seeks;<\/span><\/font>
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A splendid shadow of the name of God,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A formless lustre from the Ideal’s realm,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Spirit is the Holy Ghost of Mind,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nBut none has touched its limits or seen its face.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Each soul is the great Father’s crucified Son,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mind is that soul’s one parent, its conscious cause,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The ground on which trembles a brief passing light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mind, sole creator of the apparent world.’<\/font><\/p>\n

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All that is here is part of our own self;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our minds have made the world in which we live."<\/font><\/p>\n

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Another with mystic and unsatisfied eyes<\/font><\/p>\n

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"Is there one left who seeks for a Beyond?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCan still the path be found, opened the gate?"<\/span><\/font>
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So she fared on across her silent self.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo a road she came thronged with an ardent crowd<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho sped brilliant, fire-footed, sunlight-eyed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPressing to reach the world’s mysterious wall,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd pass through masked doorways into outer mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere the Light comes not nor the mystic voice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMessengers from our subliminal greatnesses,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGuests from the cavern of the secret soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto dim spiritual somnolence they break<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr shed wide wonder on our waking self,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIdeas that haunt us with their radiant tread,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDreams that are hints of unborn Reality,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrange goddesses with deep-pooled magical eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrong wind-haired gods carrying harps of hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGreat moon-hued visions gliding through gold air,<\/span><\/font>
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Aspiration’s sun-dream head and star-carved limbs,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Emotions making common hearts sublime.<\/font><\/p>\n

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And Savitri mingling in that glorious crowd,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yearning to the spiritual light they bore,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Longed once to hasten like them to save God’s world;<\/font><\/p>\n

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But she reined back the high passion in her heart:<\/font><\/p>\n

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She knew that first she must discover her soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Only who save themselves can others save.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In contrary sense she faced life’s riddling truth;<\/font><\/p>\n

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They carrying the light to suffering men<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHurried with eager feet to the outer world;<\/span><\/font>
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Her eyes were turned towards the eternal source.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOutstretching her hands to stay the throng she cried:<\/span><\/font>
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"O happy company of luminous gods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Reveal, who know, the road that I must tread,\u2014<\/font><\/p>\n

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For surely that bright quarter is your home,\u2014<\/font><\/p>\n

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To find the birthplace of the occult Fire<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the deep mansion of my secret soul."<\/font><\/p>\n

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One answered pointing to a silence dim<\/font><\/p>\n

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On a remote extremity of sleep<\/font><\/p>\n

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In some far background of the inner world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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"O Savitri, from thy hidden soul we come.<\/font><\/p>\n

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We are the messengers, the occult gods<\/font><\/p>\n

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Who help men’s drab and heavy ignorant lives<\/font><\/p>\n

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To wake to beauty and the wonder of things<\/font><\/p>\n

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Touching them with glory and divinity;<\/font><\/p>\n

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In evil we light the deathless flame of good<\/font><\/p>\n

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And hold the torch of knowledge on ignorant roads;<\/font><\/p>\n

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We are thy will and all men’s will towards Light.<\/font><\/p>\n

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O human copy and disguise of God<\/font><\/p>\n

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Who seekst the deity thou keepest hid<\/font><\/p>\n

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And livest by the Truth thou hast not known,<\/font>
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Follow the world’s winding highway to its source.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere in the silence few have ever reached,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou shalt see the Fire burning on the bare stone<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the deep cavern of thy secret soul."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen Savitri following the great winding road<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCame where it dwindled into a narrow path<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrod only by rare wounded pilgrim-feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA few bright forms emerged from unknown depths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd looked at her with calm immortal eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere was no sound to break the brooding hush;<\/span><\/font>
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One felt the silent nearness of the soul.<\/font>
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