Towards democracy

380 Towards Democracy

In crystalline beauty !

Out of all creatures, cloud and mountain and river:

Exhaling, ascending !

From plant and bird and man and planet up-pouring :

Thousand-formed, One,

The ever-present only present reality, source of all illusion,

The Self, the disclosure, the transfiguration of each creature,

And goal of its agelong pilgrimage.

A Cuitp at a WInDow

] SAT in the dark, at night, outside a little cottage door,

And the light from within streamed through the casement and broke in spray upon the climbing ivy-leaves.

And presently, overhead, a chamber-window opened, and a child peeped silently forth,

And looked up into the vast night and at the all-trembling stars.

And at the same moment, in a far far globe wheeling unseen round a céftain star, a child-face peeped forth from its habitation, and looked out into the night, even in the direction of the first child ;

And if other globes other faces looked forth ;

But they all shrank back and trembled, seeing nothing but vacancy, and saying, How dark, how vast, how awful is the Night!