The Secret Splendour

Libido

O beauty swirling in the heart,

 O loinward cry of rapture's flow,

Rise to the summit of the brain—

Distil to a shining word, O strain

 Of burning blood, ere you depart!

Lost rhythm, nectar blind,

 Leave the dense life below—

 Brabble of covered flame,

Know Light to be your name

In the mountain-speech of the mind!

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