This word was seed of all the thing to be

IT WAS the hour before the Gods awake.

Oft inspiration with her lightning feet, A sudden messenger from the all-seeing tops, Traversed the soundless corridors of his mind Bringing her rhythmic sense of hidden things.

Ambassadress twixt eternity and change, The omniscient Goddess leaned across the breadths That wrap the fated journeyings of the stars And saw the spaces ready for her feet.

And Savitri too awoke among these tribes That hastened to join the brilliant Summoner's chant And, lured by the beauty of the apparent ways, Acclaimed their portion of ephemeral joy.

A fire has come and touched men's hearts and gone; A few have caught flame and risen to greater life.