About Savitri | B1C1-05 The Birth of Hope (pp.2-3)

Intervening in a mindless universe,
Its message crept through the reluctant hush
Calling the adventure of consciousness and joy
And, conquering Nature’s disillusioned breast,
Compelled renewed consent to see and feel.

That is just the coming out of the complete unconsciousness of the stone and mineral Nature towards the beginning of life, and this “Compelled renewed consent to see and feel”.
And then He says, “its message crept”: it is the first sending of the thought in the world.
And then,

A thought was sown in the unsounded Void,
A sense was born within the darkness’ depths,
A memory quivered in the heart of Time

That is the memory of the Origin.

As if a soul long dead were moved to live:

Then He describes the resistance:

But the oblivion that succeeds the fall,
Had blotted the crowded tablets of the past,
And all that was destroyed must be rebuilt
And old experience laboured out once more.

But then in front of all that seems to have been destroyed — it is only a seeming because it is latent behind the Unconsciousness.
And then the comforting assurance:

All can be done if the God-touch is there.

So, in short, He is giving all the process of rebuilding the Consciousness in the Unconscious.
He calls the separation “the fall”: that is truly a fall of the Consciousness in the Unconscious.
And now He describes how the message sent from the Supreme to repair the harm done as by a kind of imperative influence waken up again the Consciousness to begin to climb up, back to the Supreme Consciousness.
This ascent that is the evolution that will take so many thousands and thousands of years. But for a very long time it was not measured. It is only when Mind took form in man, that time began to be measured. And, before that, who can know how long It took to wake up from the complete Unconsciousness? He is speaking just of the starting-point of this evolution.
And then He says:

All can be done if the God-touch is there.

Beautiful!

A hope stole in that hardly dared to be
Amid the Night’s forlorn indifference.
As if solicited in an alien world
With timid and hazardous instinctive grace,
Orphaned and driven out to seek a home,
An errant marvel with no place to live,
Into a far-off nook of heaven there came
A slow miraculous gesture’s dim appeal.
The persistent thrill of a transfiguring touch
Persuaded the inert black quietude
And beauty and wonder disturbed the fields of God.