Meditations on Savitri Book 4 Canto 3


Savitri Book 4 Canto 3 - The Call to the Quest

A morn that seemed a new creation’s front,
Bringing a greater sunlight, happier skies,
Came, burdened with a beauty moved and strange
Out of the changeless origin of things. ||98.1||
King Aswapathy listened through the ray
To other sounds than meet the sense-formed ear. ||98.4||



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Savitri Book 4 Canto 3 - The Call to the Quest

The Voice withdrew into its hidden skies. ||98.28||
But like a shining answer from the gods
Approached through sun-bright spaces Savitri. ||98.29||



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Savitri Book 4 Canto 3 - The Call to the Quest

An impromptu from the deeper sight within,
Thoughts rose in him that knew not their own scope. ||98.40||
Then to those large and brooding depths whence Love
Regarded him across the straits of mind,
He spoke in sentences from the unseen Heights. ||98.41||



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Savitri Book 4 Canto 3 - The Call to the Quest

Accustomed scenes were now an ended play. ||98.59||
Moving in muse amid familiar powers,
Touched by new magnitudes and faery signs,
She turned to vastnesses not yet her own;
Allured her heart throbbed to unknown sweetnesses,
The secrets of an unseen world were close. ||98.60||



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Book 4 Canto 3 Painting #4






Savitri Book 4 Canto 3 - The Call to the Quest

When the pale dawn slipped through Night’s shadowy guard,
Vainly the new-born light desired her face;
The palace woke to its own emptiness;
The sovereign of its daily joys was far;
Her moonbeam feet tinged not the lucent floors:
The beauty and divinity were gone. ||98.63||
Delight had fled to search the spacious world. ||98.64||



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