Savitri

It had no grace of error or defeat, It had no room for fault, no power to fail.

Thence comes the mystic substance of our souls Into the prodigy of our nature's birth, There is the unfallen height of all we are And dateless fount of all we hope to be.

A fragment here is caught of heaven's design; Else could we never hope for greater life And ecstasy and glory could not be.

A heaven of creative truths above, A cosmos of harmonious dreams between, A chaos of dissolving forms below, It plunges lost in our inconscient base. Out of its fall our denser Matter came.

Intruder from the formless Infinite Daring to break into the Inconscient's reign, The spirit's leap towards body touches ground.

He came into a magic crystal air And found a life that lived not by the flesh, A light that made visible immaterial things.

His call had reached the Traveller in Time. Apart in an unfathomed loneliness, He travelled in his mute and single strength Bearing the burden of the world's desire.

Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme.

If earth were all and this were not in her, Thought could not be nor life-delight's response: Only material forms could then be her guests Driven by an inanimate world-force.