Savitri: Book Three, Canto Three, Section 1

A MIGHTIER task remained than all he had done.

To That he turned from which all being comes,

A sign attending from the Secrecy

Which knows the Truth ungrasped behind our thoughts

And guards the world with its all-seeing gaze.

In the unapproachable stillness of his soul,

Intense, one-pointed, monumental, lone,

Patient he sat like an incarnate hope

Motionless on a pedestal of prayer.

A strength he sought that was not yet on earth,

Help from a Power too great for mortal will,

The light of a Truth now only seen afar,

A sanction from his high omnipotent Source.