Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, Book III, Canto III
Armed with the intuition of a bliss
To which some moved tranquillity was the key,
It persevered through life’s huge emptiness
Amid the blank denials of the world.
It sent its voiceless prayer to the Unknown;
It listened for the footsteps of its hopes
Returning through the void immensities,
It waited for the fiat of the Word
That comes through the still self from the Supreme.
Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, Book III, Canto III, pages 332 – 333.