Canto 126O Life, thy breath is but a cry
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
O Life, thy breath is but a cry to the Light
Immortal, whence has come thy swift delight,
Thy grasp.
All things in vain thy hands seize;
5Earth’s music fails, the notes cease
Or rasp.
Aloud thou callst to blind Fate,
“Remove the bar, the gold gate
Unhasp.”
10But never hast thou the goal yet of thy race
Neared, nor thrilled with the ineffable Face,
The clasp.