एकांत का सुख | सावित्री pp. 13-14 | सावित्री यज्ञ SY 019

(The joy of solitude). The following lines were read: There had she grown to the stature of her spirit: The genius of titanic silences Steeping her soul in its wide loneliness Had shown to her her self's bare reality And mated her with her environment. Its solitude greatened her human hours With a background of the eternal and unique. A force of spare direct necessity Reduced the heavy framework of man's days And his overburdening mass of outward needs To a first thin strip of simple animal wants, And the mighty wildness of the primitive earth And the brooding multitude of patient trees And the musing sapphire leisure of the sky And the solemn weight of the slowly-passing months Had left in her deep room for thought and God. There was her drama's radiant prologue lived. A spot for the eternal's tread on earth Set in the cloistral yearning of the woods And watched by the aspiration of the peaks Appeared through an aureate opening in Time, Where stillness listening felt the unspoken word And the hours forgot to pass towards grief and change.