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A calm slow sun looked down from tranquil heavens. A routed sullen rearguard of retreat, The last rains had fled murmuring across the woods Or failed, a sibilant whisper mid the leaves, And the great blue enchantment of the sky Recovered the deep rapture of its smile. Its mellow splendour unstressed by storm-licked heats Found room for a luxury of warm mild days, The night's gold treasure of autumnal moons Came floating shipped through ripples of faery air. And Savitri's life was glad, fulfilled like earth's; She had found herself, she knew her being's aim. Although her kingdom of marvellous change within Remained unspoken in her secret breast, All that lived round her felt its magic's charm: The trees' rustling voices told it to the winds, Flowers spoke in ardent hues an unknown joy, The birds' carolling became a canticle, The beasts forgot their strife and lived at ease. Absorbed in wide communion with the Unseen The mild ascetics of the wood received A sudden greatening of their lonely muse. This bright perfection of her inner state Poured overflowing into her outward scene, Made beautiful dull common natural things And action wonderful and time divine. Even the smallest meanest work became A sweet or glad and glorious sacrament, An offering to the self of the great world Or a service to the One in each and all. 
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