Canto 160In the silence of the midnight
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
In the silence of the midnight, in the light of dawn or noontide
I have heard the flutings of the Infinite, I have seen the sun-wings of
the seraphs.
On the boundless solitude of the mountains, on the shoreless roll of
5ocean,
Something is felt of God’s vastness, fleeting touches of the Absolute
Momentary and immeasurable smite the sense nature free from its
limits, —
A brief glimpse, a hint, it passes, but the soul grows deeper, wider:
10God has set his mark upon the creature.
In the flash or flutter of flight of bird and insect, in the passion of
wing and cry on treetops,
In the golden feathers of the eagle, in the maned and tawny glory of
the lion,
15In the voiceless hierophants of Nature with their hieratic script of
colour,
Orchid, tulip and narcissus, rose and nenuphar and lotus,
Something of eternal beauty seizes on the soul and nerves and
heartstrings.