Savitri Book 2 Canto 9 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods
A summit and core of all that marvellous world, Apart stood high Elysian nameless hills, Burning like sunsets in a trance of eve.||65.11|| Their slopes through a hurry of laughter and voices sank, Crossed by a throng of singing rivulets, Adoring blue heaven with their happy hymn, Down into woods of shadowy secrecy: ||65.12||
A scale of sense that climbed with fiery feet To heights of unimagined happiness, Recast his being’s aura in joy-glow, His body glimmered like a skyey shell; ||65.20||
A giant drop of the Bliss unknowable Overwhelmed his limbs and round his soul became A fiery ocean of felicity:... The rapture that the gods sustain he bore. ||65.29||
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