From the paragon of Vedantists-Swami Vivekananda. - a Poem on Mother Kali.

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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 loosed 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 ÔTime', 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.