The Secret Splendour

We love, but scarcely know

What they mean—

 The unsated kisses, the deep quiets

Hung between.

Suddenly in our eyes

A full moon glows

 And, quick with tears, the mind

Feels that it knows.

Aloof, some rounded hush,

A secrecy

Of Oneness, troubles the heart's surge

And breaking cry.

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