The Secret Splendour

Cast out all fear—

Only my heart's keen cry is here—

No pull but one immense

Giving of world on world, rapt frankincense

Burning to a Farness suddenly found near.

Grant it the grace

Of a single smile from your so long-sought face,

The silent answer that your heart has room

To hold what claims no right

To hold you but would even seek its doom

Happily if thus your eyes could shine more bright.

O let those eyes but bless

With a starry "Yes"

My whole love's gift to you of Truth's intensest white!

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