The Secret Splendour

Preach pity to the lammergeye's breast,

Make its brute claws grasp intellectual truth—

Vain strife! Yet only the subhuman nest

Bears the untrammelled vigour that can strain

To skies like some vast super-rose of ruth,

Seer suns beyond the gold of Plato's brain.

 The exquisite heart, the delicate reverie gain

 Miracled escape, but never the God-life's zest.

 Blind hungers alone draw down transcendent things,

And we must scour the Infinite with wild wings

Spread by that giant vulture of the West!

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