The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Love is a nectar never still,

An endless tireless laughter's thrill

Seeking to voice the Ineffable.

 

Life cannot like a godhead move

Through the heartbeats till shimmering love

Breaks news of the golden Truth above.

 

Precious the quiver pi light love bears—

But the cup of these ecstatic tears

 Spills if a changeful universe

 

Mingles its own mood. Lifted high,

 Our hands must take; entrancedly

The throb of time to Eternity.


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