The Secret Splendour

No movement is worth while

Unless it sings towards your smile.

What harmony can ie in rest

Until my slumber lies caressed

By one long dream of your blue gaze?

Between a waking void and sleep's bare space

I hang with my whole future stretching far,

A wandering waste.

Upon my lips the single taste

Left of the marvel of your name—

Bliss like a tongue of phantom flame

Caught from an unattainable star.

But in this glimmer-ghost of sound

Forevermore is found

A secret pearl with n my poverty set:

"Margaret!"

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