(I'll be updating this with the rest of the fragmenst from Savitri)

Canto One: The Symbol Dawn  

It was the hour before the Gods awake.

Across the path of the divine Event

The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone  

In her unlit temple of eternity,  

Lay stretched immobile upon Silence' marge.

Almost one felt, opaque, impenetrable,  

In the sombre symbol of her eyeless muse  

The abysm of the unbodied Infinite;

A fathomless zero occupied the world. 

 The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.  

 Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred

 The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.

 Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred;

 A nameless movement, an unthought Idea

 Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim,

 Something that wished but knew not how to be,

 Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.

 It was as though even in this Nought's profound,

 Even in this ultimate dissolution's core,

 There lurked an unremembering entity,

 Survivor of a slain and buried past

 Condemned to resume the effort and the pang,

 Reviving in another frustrate world.

Insensibly somewhere a breach began:

A long lone line of hesitating hue

Like a vague smile tempting a desert heart

Troubled the far rim of life's  obscure sleep.

Arrived from the other side of boundlessness

An eye of deity peered through the dumb deeps;

A scout in a reconnaissance from the sun,

It seemed amid a heavy cosmic rest,

The torpor of a sick and weary world,

To seek for a spirit sole and desolate

Too fallen to recollect forgotten bliss.

 All can be done if the god-touch is there.

 One lucent corner windowing hidden things

 Forced the world's blind immensity to sight.

 The darkness failed and slipped like a falling cloak  

 From the reclining body of a god.

 Then through the pallid rift that seemed at first  

 Hardly enough for a trickle from the suns,  

 Outpoured the revelation and the flame.  

 The brief perpetual sign recurred above.  

 A glamour from unreached transcendences  

 Iridescent with the glory of the Unseen,  

A message from the unknown immortal Light  

Ablaze upon creation's quivering edge,  

Dawn built her aura of magnificent hues  

And buried its seed of grandeur in the hours.

 In colour's hieroglyphs of mystic sense,

 It wrote the lines of a significant myth

 Telling of a greatness of spiritual dawns

 A brilliant code penned with the sky for page.

 An instant's visitor the godhead shone.

 On life's thin border awhile the Vision stood

 And bent over earth's pondering forehead curve.

 Interpreting a recondite beauty and bliss

 In colour's hieroglyphs of mystic sense,

 It wrote the lines of a significant myth

Telling of a greatness of spiritual dawns,

 A brilliant code penned with the sky for page.