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Out of the voiceless mystery of the past In a present ignorant of forgotten bonds These spirits met upon the roads of Time. Yet in the heart their secret conscious selves At once aware grew of each other warned By the first call of a delightful voice And a first vision of the destined face. As when being cries to being from its depths Behind the screen of the external sense And strives to find the heart-disclosing word, The passionate speech revealing the soul's need, But the mind's ignorance veils the inner sight, Only a little breaks through our earth-made bounds, So now they met in that momentous hour, So utter the recognition in the deeps, The remembrance lost, the oneness felt and missed. Thus Satyavan spoke first to Savitri: "O thou who com'st to me out of Time's silences, Yet thy voice has wakened my heart to an unknown bliss, Immortal or mortal only in thy frame, For more than earth speaks to me from thy soul And more than earth surrounds me in thy gaze, How art thou named among the sons of men? Whence hast thou dawned filling my spirit's days, Brighter than summer, brighter than my flowers, Into the lonely borders of my life, O sunlight moulded like a golden maid? I know that mighty gods are friends of earth. Amid the pageantries of day and dusk, Long have I travelled with my pilgrim soul Moved by the marvel of familiar things. 
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