Savitri

Here living centre of that vision of peace,

A Woman sat in clear and crystal light:

Heaven had unveiled its lustre in her eyes,

Her feet were moonbeams, her face was a bright sun,

Her smile could persuade a dead lacerated heart

To live again and feel the hands of calm.

Men hail in my coming the Almighty’s force

Or praise with thankful tears his saviour Grace.

I smite the Titan who bestrides the world

And slay the ogre in his blood-stained den.

I am Durga, goddess of the proud and strong,

And Lakshmi, queen of the fair and fortunate;

“ O Savitri, I am thy secret soul.

I have come down to the wounded desolate earth

To heal the pangs and lull her heart to rest

And lay her head upon the Mother’s lap

That she may dream of God and know his peace

And draw the harmony of higher spheres

Into the rhythm of earth’s rude troubled days.

( Book Seven, Canto Four )