Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life
Adorer of a joy without a name, In her obscure cathedral of delight To dim dwarf gods she offers secret rites. ||37.21|| But vain unending is the sacrifice, The priest an ignorant mage who only makes Futile mutations in the altar’s plan And casts blind hopes into a powerless flame. ||37.22||
Ascending slowly with unconscious steps, A foundling of the gods she wanders here Like a child-soul left near the gates of Hell Fumbling through fog in search of Paradise. ||37.28||
As shines a solitary witness star That burns apart, Light’s lonely sentinel, In the drift and teeming of a mindless Night, A single thinker in an aimless world Awaiting some tremendous dawn of God, He saw the purpose in the works of Time. ||40.2||
The phantom of a dark and evil start Ghostlike pursues all that we dream and do. ||40.20|| This was the first cry of the awaking world. ||40.22|| It clings around us still and clamps the god. ||40.23||
In the enigma of the darkened Vasts, In the passion and self-loss of the Infinite When all was plunged in the negating Void, Non-Being’s night could never have been saved If Being had not plunged into the dark Carrying with it its triple mystic cross. ||40.30||
A blindfold search and wrestle and fumbling clasp Of a half-seen Nature and a hidden Soul, A game of hide and seek in twilit rooms, A play of love and hate and fear and hope Continues in the nursery of mind Its hard and heavy romp of self-born twins. ||40.34||
Huge armoured strengths shook the frail quaking ground, Great puissant creatures with a dwarfish brain, And pigmy tribes imposed their small life-drift. ||41.5||
Beings were there who wore a human form; Absorbed they lived in the passion of the scene, But knew not who they were or why they lived: ||41.10|| Ardent from the sack of happy peaceful homes And gorged with slaughter, plunder, rape and fire, They made of human selves their helpless prey, A drove of captives led to lifelong woe ||41.21||
At first he saw a dim obscure mind-power Moving concealed by Matter and dumb life. ||42.5|| In the deep midst of an unconscious world Its huddled waves and foam of consciousness ran Pressing and eddying through a narrow strait, Carrying experience in its crowded pace. ||42.7||
A little light in a great darkness born, Life knew not where it went nor whence it came. Around all floated still the nescient haze. ||42.39||
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