The Secret Splendour

Your little purities, your temperate pleasures

I fling away. For ever mine the fierce

Hunger of the naked fakir or the lover nude,

For some huge heart-break of ecstatic tears!

Through limitless freedoms of bareness or of beauty

 To a superhuman sky's effulgent peace

Or an oceaned eternity of love I strain—

A lonely traveller of transcendences.

No rest until—beyond brief clay's control

And past our mortal senses' flickering charms—

The abysm of timelessness at Buddha's feet,

Time's treasure of infinite truth in Krishna's arms!

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