The prescience of a marvellous birth to come.

Savitri: Book 1 Canto 1 Section 1 from 14:19Almost that day the epiphany was disclosedOf which our thoughts and hopes are signal flares;A lonely splendour from the invisible goalAlmost was flung on the opaque Inane.Once more a tread perturbed the vacant Vasts;Infinity’s centre, a Face of rapturous calmParted the eternal lids that open heaven;A Form from far beatitudes seemed to near.Ambassadress twixt eternity and change,The omniscient Goddess leaned across the breadthsThat wrap the fated journeyings of the starsAnd saw the spaces ready for her feet.Once she half looked behind for her veiled sun,Then, thoughtful, went to her immortal work.Earth felt the Imperishable’s passage close:The waking ear of Nature heard her stepsAnd wideness turned to her its limitless eye,And, scattered on sealed depths, her luminous smileKindled to fire the silence of the worlds.All grew a consecration and a rite.Air was a vibrant link between earth and heaven;The wide-winged hymn of a great priestly windArose and failed upon the altar hills;The high boughs prayed in a revealing sky.Here where our half-lit ignorance skirts the gulfsOn the dumb bosom of the ambiguous earth,Here where one knows not even the step in frontAnd Truth has her throne on the shadowy back of doubt,On this anguished and precarious field of toilOutspread beneath some large indifferent gaze,Impartial witness of our joy and bale,Our prostrate soil bore the awakening ray.Here too the vision and prophetic gleamLit into miracles common meaningless shapes;Then the divine afflatus, spent, withdrew,Unwanted, fading from the mortal’s range.A sacred yearning lingered in its trace,The worship of a Presence and a PowerToo perfect to be held by death-bound hearts,The prescience of a marvellous birth to come.