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Fate followed her foreseen immutable road. Man's hopes and longings build the journeying wheels That bear the body of his destiny And lead his blind will towards an unknown goal. His fate within him shapes his acts and rules; Its face and form already are born in him, Its parentage is in his secret soul: Here Matter seems to mould the body's life And the soul follows where its nature drives. Nature and Fate compel his free-will's choice. But greater spirits this balance can reverse And make the soul the artist of its fate. This is the mystic truth our ignorance hides: Doom is a passage for our inborn force, Our ordeal is the hidden spirit's choice, Ananke is our being's own decree. All was fulfilled the heart of Savitri Flower-sweet and adamant, passionate and calm, Had chosen and on her strength's unbending road Forced to its issue the long cosmic curve. Once more she sat behind loud hastening hooves; A speed of armoured squadrons and a voice Far-heard of chariots bore her from her home. A couchant earth wakened in its dumb muse Looked up at her from a vast indolence: Hills wallowing in a bright haze, large lands That lolled at ease beneath the summer heavens, Region on region spacious in the sun, Cities like chrysolites in the wide blaze And yellow rivers pacing lion-maned 
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