Savitri

Here in the fashioning chamber of the worlds.

An interval was left twixt act and act,

Twixt birth and birth, twixt dream and waking dream,

A pause that gave new strength to do and be.

(Book two, Canto fifteen)

His day is a moment in perpetual Time;

He is the prey of the minutes and the hours.

(Book three, Canto four)