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||
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||
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||
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||
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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