Savitri

In Art and Life they catch the All-Beautiful’s ray


And make the world their radiant treasure house:

Even common figures are with marvel robed;

A charm and greatness locked in every hour

Awakes the joy which sleeps in all things made.



Tenants of a larger air and freer space,

Live not by the body or in outward things:

A deeper living was their seat of self.

In that intense domain of intimacy

Objects dwell as companions of the soul;

The body’s action are a minor script,

The surface rendering of a life within.

All forces are Life’s retinue in that world

And thought and body as her handmaids move.



(Savitri, Book 2 Canto 6)