The Secret Splendour

Psyche

Eyes see you not—

Only your fragrant breath

Steals into our thought.

Then from pink sleep

Drowning the mind,

A point of gold

Breaks through each hour

And the heartbeats hold

A dawn above death

And each cell of the body a bliss

Thrown from behind

By an aureoled kiss—

A flame that is All,

Yet the touch of a flower—

A Sun grown soft and small.

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