"
"Why such hurry, my daughter?" asked Tulsidas. "Is not this
earth also His who made heaven?"
"For heaven I do not long," said the woman. "I want my husband."
Tulsidas smiled and said to her, "Go back to your home, my child.
Before the month is over you will find your husband."
The woman went back with glad hope. Tulsidas came to her every
day and gave her high thoughts to think, till her heart was
filled to the brim with divine love.
When the month was scarcely over, her neighbours came to her,
asking, "Woman, have you found your husband?"
The widow smiled and said, "I have."
Eagerly they asked, "Where is he?"
"In my heart is my lord, one with me," said the woman.
LVI
You came for a moment to my side and touched me with the great
mystery of the woman that there is in the heart of creation.
She who is ever returning to God his own outflowing of
sweetness; she is the ever fresh beauty and youth in nature; she
dances in the bubbling streams and sings in the morning light;
she with heaving waves suckles the thirsty earth; in her the
Eternal One breaks in two in a joy that no longer may contain
itself, and overflows in the pain of love.
LVII
Who is she who dwells in my heart, the woman forlorn for ever?
I wooed her and I failed to win her. I decked her with wreaths
and sang in her praise.
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