Poems
THEME/S
In the body's crowded city,
In the hubbub of life's town,
There is a secret palace
Where waits an empty crown.
No thought can beat its pressure,
No virtue's strong enough,
And vainly in their loves men seek
The unchallengeable stuff
Of royalty which puts it on
Like any common hat.
We strive and dream and call with words
The glorious autocrat—
But He cannot come because our speech
Has never the force to name
His splendour and both mind and heart
Burn not with a still flame
Whose tongue can taste the silences
Where dwells, unhurrying,
The Purple Mystery that needs
No crown to be a king.
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