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Out of abysmal trance her spirit woke. Lain on the earth-mother's calm inconscient breast She saw the green-clad branches lean above Guarding her sleep with their enchanted life, And overhead a blue-winged ecstasy Fluttered from bough to bough with high-pitched call. Into the magic secrecy of the woods Peering through an emerald lattice-window of leaves, In indolent skies reclined, the thinning day Turned to its slow fall into evening's peace. She pressed the living body of Satyavan: On her body's wordless joy to be and breathe She bore the blissful burden of his head Between her breasts' warm labour of delight, The waking gladness of her members felt The weight of heaven in his limbs, a touch Summing the whole felicity of things, And all her life was conscious of his life And all her being rejoiced enfolding his. The immense remoteness of her trance had passed; Human she was once more, earth's Savitri, Yet felt in her illimitable change. A power dwelt in her soul too great for earth, A bliss lived in her heart too large for heaven; Light too intense for thought and love too boundless For earth's emotions lit her skies of mind And spread through her deep and happy seas of soul. All that is sacred in the world drew near To her divine passivity of mood. A marvellous voice of silence breathed its thoughts. All things in Time and Space she had taken for hers; 
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