The Secret Splendour

O the Rare Fall..

All men can die where the battle's blaze is red,

All men can throw their bodies to green earth—

But in the still high places have they died?

What lonely sacrifice among the stars?

O the rare fall for the flag unseen, the wound

For the unborn God in depths beyond all dream,

The black bite of the silent snake that coils

Infinite among the silver secrecies!

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