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!