Savitri Book 4 Canto 2 - The Growth of the Flame
A land of mountains and wide sun-beat plains And giant rivers pacing to vast seas, A field of creation and spiritual hush, Silence swallowing life’s acts into the deeps, Of thought’s transcendent climb and heavenward leap, A brooding world of reverie and trance, Filled with the mightiest works of God and man, Where Nature seemed a dream of the Divine And beauty and grace and grandeur had their home, Harboured the childhood of the incarnate Flame. ||95.1||
Intense philosophies pointed earth to heaven ||95.11|| Sculpture and painting concentrated sense Upon an inner vision’s motionless verge, ||95.12|| The architecture of the Infinite Discovered here its inward-musing shapes Captured into wide breadths of soaring stone: Music brought down celestial yearnings, song Held the merged heart absorbed in rapturous depths,... The world-interpreting movements of the dance Moulded idea and mood to a rhythmic sway ||95.13||
A friend and yet too great wholly to know, She walked in their front towards a greater light, Their leader and queen over their hearts and souls, One close to their bosoms, yet divine and far. ||95.23||
They were moved by her towards great unknown things. ||95.33|| Some turned to her against their nature’s bent; Divided between wonder and revolt,... Impatient subjects, their tied longing hearts Hugging the bonds close of which they most complained, Murmured at a yoke they would have wept to lose, The splendid yoke of her beauty and her love: ||95.34||
The Force in her drew earth’s subhuman broods; And to her spirit’s large and free delight She joined the ardent-hued magnificent lives Of animal and bird and flower and tree. ||96.5|| They answered to her with the simple heart. ||96.6||
A key to a Light still kept in being’s core, The sun-word of an ancient mystery’s sense, Her name ran murmuring on the lips of men ||97.4||
No equal heart came close to join her heart... Midst those encircling lives her spirit dwelt, Apart in herself until her hour of fate. ||97.13||
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