A Beauty Infinite*

 A Beauty infinite, an unborn Power

On Time's vast forehead drew her mystic line;

An unseen Radiance filled the primal hour, —

First script, creation's early rapture-wine.

Lightning in Night the eternal moment wrote.

Her lone eyes bathed in hue of loveliness

Saw on a flaming stream a single boat

Follow through dawn some great Sun's orbit-trace.

The Dawn-world flashed — torn was the heart of Night.

Why came then Dawn here with her cloud and surge?

Darkness erased the hint of new-born Light, —

Till suddenly quivered above the pilgrim Urge,

Its flower-car washed blood-red. Smile of the Moon,

And, held in her hand, a Sun-flute's golden croon.

 * Jyotirmayee 

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