The Secret Splendour

Now earth and air are Gods and a God flows

And some large lustre makes all shapes divine

And all divinities have met in her look

Because the burning heart of me draws up

Love from the loins' abysses of blind honey

To throw it like a fountaining aureole

Around my thoughts.... The fountain leaps and falls

 Across the night of her hair, the day of her face.

To a timeless hunger calling through her heart.

There the whole shining ecstasy is caught,

With never a sparkle missed, no single drop

Sunk loinward, washing all the Gods away!

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