The Secret Splendour

It's not the darkness that brings out

Star after star in the sky.

What looks like gloom is a vast retreat

Of the world from the outer eye.

 A waking sleep falls on the gaze,

Draws it to the depth of things—

And there through a hush that feels no bound

Break sudden silver springs:

Drop on great glimmery pulsing drop

To appease our small heart's drouth,

Beats of an answering infinite Heart—

The stainless stars come out.

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