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# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/An Imperfect Revolution

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
AN IMPERFECT REVOLUTION
They crowded weeping from the teacher's house, Crying aloud their fear at what he taught. Old men and young men, wives and maids unwed. And children screaming in the crowds unsought: Some to their temples with accustomed feet Bent—as the oxen go beneath the rod, To fling themselves before some pictured saint, “Alas! God help us if there is no God.”
Some to the bed-side of their dying kind To clasp with arms afraid to loose their hold; Some to a churchyard falling on a grave To kiss the carven name with Ups as cold. Some watched from break of day into the night. The flash of birds, the bloom of flower and tree, The whirling worlds that glimmer in the dark, All said, “God help us if no God there be.”
Some hid in caves and chattered mad with fear At the uprising of the patient poor. “He suffers with you,” no more could they say, Thus lock with keys of Heaven their bonds secure. Some called their dead, and then remembering fell Abusing death and cursed the wormy grave. And wept for their long hoped-for Paradise, “God help us if there be no God to save!”
And others sought for right and found it not. And, seeking duty, found that it was dead, Blamed their long blameless lives and vowed no more To sacrifice, for “Might is right” they said.
And pleasure, leaping in the streets with sin, Caroused through many days till wearily She tired and met with death in bitter pain. “Alas! God help us if no God we gain.”
A few rose up and speaking, “O be strong,” Were answered, “There's no reason for your right,” But many crept in thankfulness for rest Into the river's darkness out of sight; And others with their limbs deformed, or sore Seared flesh, shrieked out their patient years of pain, Crying to Death for their lost plains of Heaven. “Alas! God help us if no God we gain.”
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Angels Unawares I-III

ANGELS UNAWARES
I
One bending low with load of life— That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard— And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths Without a flash of light from brain or heart To give a moment's cheer, till the line That marks out pain from pleasure, death from life, And good from what is evil was well-nigh wiped from sight, Saw, one blessed night, a faint but beautiful ray of light Descend to him. He knew not what or wherefrom, But called it God and worshipped. Hope, an utter stranger, came to him and spread Through all his parts, and life to him meant more Than he could ever dream and covered all he knew, Nay, peeped beyond his world. The Sages Winked, and smiled, and called it "superstition". But he did feel its power and peace And gently answered back— "O Blessed Superstition!"
II
One drunk with wine of wealth and power And health to enjoy them both, whirled on His maddening course, till the earth, he thought, Was made for him, his pleasure-garden, and man, The crawling worm, was made to find him sport, Till the thousand lights of joy, with pleasure fed, That flickered day and night before his eyes, With constant change of colours, began to blur His sight, and cloy his senses ; till selfishness, Like a horny growth, had spread all o'er his heart ; And pleasure meant to him no more than pain, Bereft of feeling; and life in the sense, So joyful, precious once, a rotting corpse between his arms, Which he forsooth would shun, but more he tried, the more It clung to him; and wished, with frenzied brain, A thousand forms of death, but quailed before the charm, Then sorrow came—and Wealth and Power went— And made him kinship find with all the human race In groans and tears, and though his friends would laugh, His lips would speak in grateful accents— "O Blessed Misery! "
III
One born with healthy frame — but not of will That can resist emotions deep and strong, Nor impulse throw, surcharged with potent strength — And just the sort that pass as good and kind, Beheld that he was safe, whilst others long And vain did struggle 'gainst the surging waves. Till, morbid grown, his mind could see, like flies That seek the putrid part, but what was bad. Then Fortune smiled on him, and his foot slipped. That ope'd his eyes for e'er, and made him find That stones and trees ne'er break the law, But stones and trees remain ; that man alone Is blest with power to fight and conquer Fate, Transcending bounds and laws. From him his passive nature fell, and life appeared As broad and new, and broader, newer grew, Till light ahead began to break, and glimpse of That Where Peace Eternal dwells—yet one can only reach By wading through the sea of struggles—courage-giving, came. Then looking back on all that made him kin To stocks and stones, and on to what the world Had shunned him for, his fall, he blessed the fall, And with a joyful heart, declared it — "Blessed Sin!"
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Kali the Mother

KALI THE MOTHER
* The stars are blotted out,
* The clouds are covering clouds,
* It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
* In the roaring, whirling wind
* Are the souls of a million lunatics
* Just loose from the prison-house,
* Wrenching trees by the roots,
* Sweeping all from the path.
* The sea has joined the fray,
* And swirls up mountain-waves,
* To reach the pitchy sky.
* The flash of lurid light
* Reveals on every side
* A thousand, thousand shades
* Of Death begrimed and black —
* Scattering plagues and sorrows,
* Dancing mad with joy,
* Come, Mother, come!
* For Terror is Thy name,
* Death is in Thy breath,
* And every shaking step
* Destroys a world for e'er.
* Thou "Time", the All-Destroyer!
* Come, O Mother, come!
* Who dares misery love,
* And hug the form of Death,
* Dance in Destruction's dance,
* To him the Mother comes.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Peace

PEACE
Behold, it comes in might, The power that is not power, The light that is in darkness, The shade in dazzling light.
It is joy that never spoke, And grief unfelt, profound, Immortal life unlived, Eternal death unmourned.
It is not joy nor sorrow, But that which is between, It is not night nor morrow, But that which joins them in.
It is sweet rest in music ; And pause in sacred art ; The silence between speaking ; Between two fits of passion— It is the calm of heart.
It is beauty never seen, And love that stands alone, It is song that lives un-sung, And knowledge never known.
It is death between two lives, And lull between two storms, The void whence rose creation, And that where it returns.
To it the tear-drop goes, To spread the smiling form It is the Goal of Life, And Peace—its only home!
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Prose
## Writings: Prose

* Is the Soul Immortal?
* Reincarnation
* On Dr. Paul Deussen
* On Professor Max Müller
* Sketch of the Life of Pavhari Baba
* Aryans and Tamilians
* The Social Conference Address
* India's Message to the World
* Stray Remarks on Theosophy
* Reply to the Address of the Maharaja of Khetri
* Reply to the Madras address
* A Message of Sympathy to a Friend
* What we Believe in
* Our Duty to the Masses
* Reply to the Calcutta Address
* To my Brave Boys
* A Plan of Work for India
* Fundamentals of Religion
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems
## Writings: Poems

* Kali the Mother
* Angels Unawares I-III
* To the Awakened India
* Requiescat in Pace
* Hold on Yet a While, Brave Heart
* Nirvanashatkam, or Six Stanzas on Nirvana
* The Song of The Sannyasin
* Peace
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Hold on Yet a While, Brave Heart

HOLD ON YET A WHILE, BRAVE HEART
If the sun by the cloud is hidden a bit, If the welkin shows but gloom, Still hold on yet a while, brave heart, The victory is sure to come.
No winter was but summer came behind, Each hollow crests the wave, They push each other in light and shade ; Be steady then and brave.
The duties of life are sore indeed, And its pleasures fleeting, vain, The goal so shadowy seems and dim, Yet plod on through the dark, brave heart, With all thy might and main.
Not a work will be lost, no struggle vain, Though hopes be blighted, powers gone ; Of thy loins shall come the heirs to all, Then hold on yet a while, brave soul, No good is e'er undone.
Though the good and the wise in life are few, Yet theirs are the reins to lead, The masses know but late the worth ; Heed none and gently guide.
With thee are those who see afar, With thee is the Lord of might, All blessings pour on thee, great soul, To thee may all come right!
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Requiescat in Pace

REQUIESCAT IN PACE
Speed forth, O Soul! upon thy star-strewn path ; Speed, blissful one! where thought is ever free, Where time and space no longer mist the view, Eternal peace and blessings be with thee!
Thy service true, complete thy sacrifice, Thy home the heart of love transcendent find ; Remembrance sweet, that kills all space and time, Like altar roses fill thy place behind!
Thy bonds are broke, thy quest in bliss is found, And one with That which comes as Death and Life ; Thou helpful one! unselfish e'er on earth, Ahead! still help with love this world of strife!
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Nirvanashatkam, or Six Stanzas on Nirvana

NIRVANASHATKAM, OR SIX STANZAS ON NIRVANA
I am neither the mind, nor the intellect, nor the ego, nor the mind-stuff ; I am neither the body, nor the changes of the body ; I am neither the senses of hearing, taste, smell, or sight, Nor am I the ether, the earth, the fire, the air ; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute— I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).
I am neither the Prâna, nor the five vital airs ; I am neither the materials of the body, nor the five sheaths ; Neither am I the organs of action, nor object of the senses ; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute— I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).
I have neither aversion nor attachment, neither greed nor delusion; Neither egotism nor envy, neither Dharma nor Moksha; I am neither desire nor objects of desire ; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute— I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).
I am neither sin nor virtue, neither pleasure nor pain ; Nor temple nor worship, nor pilgrimage nor scriptures, Neither the act of enjoying, the enjoyable nor the enjoyer ; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute— I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).
I have neither death nor fear of death, nor caste ; Nor was I ever born, nor had I parents, friends, and relations ; I have neither Guru, nor disciple ; I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute— I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).
I am untouched by the senses, I am neither Mukti nor knowable ; I am without form, without limit, beyond space, beyond time ; I am in everything ; I am the basis of the universe ; everywhere am I. I am Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, Bliss Absolute— I am He, I am He. (Shivoham, Shivoham).
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/To the Awakened India

TO THE AWAKENED INDIA
Once more awake!
    For sleep it was, not death, to bring thee life
    Anew, and rest to lotus-eyes for visions
    Daring yet. The world in need awaits, O Truth!
    No death for thee!
Resume thy march,
    With gentle feet that would not break the
    Peaceful rest even of the roadside dust
    That lies so low. Yet strong and steady,
    Blissful, bold, and free. Awakener, ever
    Forward! Speak thy stirring words.
Thy home is gone,
    Where loving hearts had brought thee up and
    Watched with joy thy growth. But Fate is strong—
    This is the law—all things come back to the source
    They sprung, their strength to renew.
Then start afresh
    From the land of thy birth, where vast cloud-belted
    Snows do bless and put their strength in thee,
    For working wonders new. The heavenly
    River tune thy voice to her own immortal song ;
    Deodar shades give thee eternal peace.
And all above,
    Himala's daughter Umâ, gentle, pure,
    The Mother that resides in all as Power
    And Life, who works all works and
    Makes of One the world, whose mercy
    Opens the gate to Truth and shows
    The One in All, give thee untiring
    Strength, which is Infinite Love.
They bless thee all,
    The seers great, whom age nor clime
    Can claim their own, the fathers of the
    Race, who felt the heart of Truth the same,
    And bravely taught to man ill-voiced or
    Well. Their servant, thou hast got
    The secret—'tis but One.
Then speak, O Love!
    Before thy gentle voice serene, behold how
    Visions melt and fold on fold of dreams
    Departs to void, till Truth and Truth alone
    In all its glory shines—
And tell the world—
    Awake, arise, and dream no more!
    This is the land of dreams, where Karma
    Weaves unthreaded garlands with our thoughts
    Of flowers sweet or noxious, and none
    Has root or stem, being born in naught, which
    The softest breath of Truth drives back to
    Primal nothingness. Be bold, and face
    The Truth! Be one with it! Let visions cease,
    Or, if you cannot, dream but truer dreams,
    Which are Eternal Love and Service Free.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCIV Mother

XCIV
Prabuddha Bharata Office,Advaita Ashrama,Mayavati (Via Almora),Kumaon, Himalayas, 6th January, 1901.
My Dear Mother,
I send you forthwith a translation of the Nâsadiya Hymn sent by Dr. Bose through you. I have tried to make it as literal as possible.
I hope Dr. Bose has recovered his health perfectly by this time.
Mrs. Sevier is a strong woman, and has borne her loss quietly and bravely. She is coming over to England in April, and I am going over with her.
I ought to come to England as early as I can this summer; and as she must go to attend to her husband's affairs, I accompany her.
This place is very, very beautiful, and they have made it simply exquisite. It is a huge place several acres in area, and is very well kept. I hope Mrs. Sevier will be in a position to keep it up in the future. She wishes it ever so much, of course.
My last letter from Joe informed me that she was going up the . . . with Mme Calvé.
I am very glad to learn that Margot is leaving her lore for future use. Her book has been very much appreciated here, but the publishers do not seem to make any effort at sale.
The first day's touch of Calcutta brought the asthma back; and every night I used to get a fit during the two weeks I was there. I am, however, very well in the Himalayas.
It is snowing heavily here, and I was caught in a blizzard on the way; but it is not very cold, and all this exposure to the snows for two days on my way here seems to have done me a world of good.
Today I walked over the snow uphill about a mile, seeing Mrs. Sevier's lands; she has made beautiful roads all over. Plenty of gardens, fields, orchards, and large forests, all in her land. The living houses are so simple, so clean, and so pretty, and above all so suited for the purpose.
Are you going to America soon? If not, I hope to see you in London in three months.
Kindly give my best wishes to Miss Olcock and kindly convey my undying love to Miss Müller the next time you see her; so to Sturdy. I have seen my mother, my cousin, and all my people in Calcutta.
Kindly send the remittance you send my cousin to me — in my name so that I shall cash the cheque and give her the money. Saradananda and Brahmananda and the rest were well in the Math when I last left them.
All here send love.
Ever your loving son, Vivekananda.
PS. Kali has taken two sacrifices; the cause has already two European martyrs. Now, it is going to rise up splendidly.
My love to Alberta and Mrs. Vaughan. The snow is lying all round six inches deep, the sun is bright and glorious, and now in the middle of the day we are sitting outside, reading. And the snow all about us! The winter here is very mild in spite of the snow. The air is dry and balmy, and the water beyond all praise.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCVIII Mother

XCVIII
The Math, Belur, Howrah Dist., Bengal, 2nd February, 1901.
My Dear Mother,
Several days ago I received your letter and a cheque for Rs. 150 included. I will tear up this one, as the three previous cheques I have handed over to my cousin.
Joe is here, and I have seen her twice; she is busy visiting. Mrs. Sevier is expected here soon en route to England. I expected to go to England with her, but as it now turns out, I must go on a long pilgrimage with my mother.
My health suffers the moment I touch Bengal; anyhow, I don't much mind it now; I am going on well and so do things about me.
Glad to learn about Margot's success, but, says Joe, it is not financially paying; there is the rub. Mere continuance is of little value, and it is a far cry from London to Calcutta. Well, Mother knows. Everybody is praising Margot's Kali the Mother; but alas! they can't get a book to buy; the booksellers are too indifferent to promote the sale of the book.
That this new century may find you and yours in splendid health and equipment for a yet greater future is and always has been the prayer of your son.
Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCVII Shashi

XCVII
Math, Belur
My Dear Shashi, (Swami Ramakrishnananda)
I am going with my mother to Rameswaram, that is all. I don't know whether I shall go to Madras at all. If I go, it will be strictly private. My body and mind are completely worked out; I cannot stand a single person. I do not want anybody. I have neither the strength nor the money, nor the will to take up anybody with me. Bhaktas (devotees) of Guru Maharaj or not, it does not matter. It was very foolish of you even to ask such a question. Let me tell you again, I am more dead than alive, and strictly refuse to see anybody. If you cannot manage this, I don't go to Madras. I have to become a bit selfish to save my body.
Let Yogin-Ma and others go their own way. I shall not take up any company in my present state of health.
Yours in love, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCVI Mother

XCVI
The Math, Belur, Howrah Dist., Bengal, 26th January, 1901.
My Dear Mother,
Many thanks for your very encouraging words. I needed them very much just now. The gloom has not lifted with the advent of the new century, it is visibly thickening. I went to see Mrs. Sevier at Mayavati. On my way I learnt of the sudden death of the Raja of Khetri. It appears he was restoring some old architectural monument at Agra, at his own expense, and was up some tower on inspection. Part of the tower came down, and he was instantly killed.
The three cheques have arrived. They will reach my cousin when next I see her.
Joe is here, but I have not seen her yet.
The moment I touch Bengal, especially the Math, the asthmatic fits return! The moment I leave, I recover!
I am going to take my mother on pilgrimage next week. It may take months to make the complete round of pilgrimages. This is the one great wish of a Hindu widow. I have brought only misery to my people all my life. I am trying at least to fulfil this one wish of hers.
I am so glad to learn all that about Margot; everybody here is eager to welcome her back.
I hope Dr. Bose has completely recovered by this time.
I had a beautiful letter also from Mrs. Hammond. She is a great soul.
However, I am very calm and self-possessed this time and find everything better than I ever expected.
With all love,
Ever your son, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCIII Shashi

XCIII
(Translated from Bengali)
Math, Belur, 26th December, 1900.
Dear Shashi,
I got all the news from your letter. If your health is bad, then certainly you should not come here; and also I am going to Mayavati tomorrow. It is absolutely necessary that I should go there once.
If Alasinga comes here, he will have to await my return. I do not know what those here are deciding about Kanai. I shall return shortly from Almora, and then I may be able to visit Madras. From Vaniyambadi I have received a letter. Write to the people there conveying my love and blessings, and tell them that on my way to Madras I shall surely visit them. Give my love to all. Don't work too hard. All is well here.
Yours affectionately, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCV Sturdy

XCV
Mayavati, Himalayas, 15th January, 1901.
My Dear Sturdy,
I learn from Saradananda that you have sent over Rs. 1,529-5-5 to the Math, being the money that was in hand for work in England. I am sure it will be rightly used.
Capt. Sevier passed away about three months ago. They have made a fine place here in the mountains and Mrs. Sevier means to keep it up. I am on a visit to her, and I may possibly come over to England with her.
I wrote you a letter from Paris. I am afraid you did not get it.
So sorry to learn the passing away of Mrs. Sturdy. She has been a very good wife and good mother, and it is not ordinarily one meets with such in this life.
This life is full of shocks, but the effects pass away anyhow, that is the hope.
It is not because of your free expression of opinion in your last letter to me that I stopped writing. I only let the wave pass, as is my wont. Letters would only have made a wave of a little bubble.
Kindly tender my regards and love to Mrs. Johnson and other friends if you meet them.
And I am ever yours in the Truth, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XC Joe

XC
The Math, Belur,Howrah, Bengal, 2nd February, 1899.
My Dear Joe,
You must have reached N.Y. by this time and are in the midst of your own after a long absence. Fortune has favoured you at every step of this journey — even the sea was smooth and calm, and the ship nearly empty of undesirable company. Well, with me it is doing otherwise. I am almost desperate I could not accompany you. Neither did the change at Vaidyanath do me any good. I nearly died there, was suffocating for eight days and nights!! I was brought back to Calcutta more dead than alive, and here I am struggling to get back to life again.
Dr. Sarkar is treating me now.
I am not so despondent now as I was. I am reconciled to my fate. This year seems to be very hard for us. Yogananda, who used to live in Mother's house, is suffering for the last month and every day is at death's door. Mother knows best. I am roused to work again, though not personally but am sending the boys all over India to make a stir once more. Above all, as you know, the chief difficulty is of funds. Now that you are in America, Joe, try to raise some funds for our work over here.
I hope to rally again by March, and by April I start for Europe. Again Mother knows best.
I have suffered mentally and physically all my life, but Mother's kindness has been immense. The joy and blessings I had infinitely more than I deserve. And I am struggling not to fail Mother, but that she will always find me fighting, end my last breath will be on the battlefield.
My best love and blessings for you ever and ever.
Ever yours in the Truth, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/XCII —

XCII
Ridgely, 2nd September, 1899.
Dear ——,
. . . Life is a series of fights and disillusionments. . . . The secret of life is not enjoyment, but education through experience. But, alas, we are called off the moment we begin really to learn. That seems to be a potent argument for a future existence. . . . Everywhere it is better to have a whirlwind come over the work. That clears the atmosphere and gives us a true insight into the nature of things. It is begun anew, but on adamantine foundations. . . .
Yours with best wishes, Vivekananda.