saw them cross the twilight of an age,
sun-eyed children of a marvelous dawn,
creators with wide brows of calm,
massive barrier-breakers of the world,
in the quarries of the gods…
architects of immortality.
the fallen human sphere they came
that wore the Immortal’s glory still…
made beautiful by the spirit’s light…
the Dionysian cup of joy,
chanting an unknown anthem of the soul,
echoing in the corridors of Time.
priests of wisdom, sweetness, might, and bliss;
of beauty’s sunlit ways…
tread one day shall change the suffering earth
And justify the light on Nature’s face." (Savitri pp. 343-4)