The Lonely Great, p. 368 & Closing Remarks for the Canto

Opening Remarks
The greater one stands in the inner hierarchy the lonelier one gets. But this loneliness is a strength like the lonely tower watching over the seas as a sentinel of the Night.

Spirits lone and high
The hearts of men are amorous of clay-kin
And bear not spirits lone and high who bring
Fire-intimations from the deathless planes
Too vast for souls not born to mate with heaven.

The average human being finds comfort in numbers and hence naturally looks for his kind. He is unable to accept and bear spirits that go beyond the limits of our human ways or who bring the fire and light from greater planes. They are too vast for our smallness.

Lonely great
Whoever is too great must lonely live.

Those who rise to heights of greatness find themselves lonely.

Strength within
Adored he walks in mighty solitude;
Vain is his labour to create his kind,
His only comrade is the Strength within.

Though adored he walks in mighty solitude alone with his inner Strength as the comrade. His effort to create his kind is vain.

Thus was it for a while
Thus was it for a while with Savitri.

The same fate was shared by Savitri who carried with her an inner greatness from the Beyond.

None dared to claim
All worshipped marvellingly, none dared to claim.

All worshipped and marveled but none dared to come close and claim.

Temple of delight
Her mind sat high pouring its golden beams,
Her heart was a crowded temple of delight.

Her mind stationed high poured its golden beams from that high poise. Her heart was a temple of delight filled with divine wonders.

A single lamp
A single lamp lit in perfection’s house,
A bright pure image in a priestless shrine,
Midst those encircling lives her spirit dwelt,
Apart in herself until her hour of fate.

She burned as a single lamp of the House of Divine Perfection.

Closing remarks
The greatness of Savitri kept her inwardly aloof from even those whom she loved and who were close to her.

Closing Remarks for the Canto
This Canto describes the blossoming of Savitri from a divine bud to the divine flower whose fragrance begins to spread near and far drawing many but none who could be her complimentary being.