The Secret Splendour

On a Road in Deolali

Only our hands made love—all time was a touch

Of burning fivefold beauty on the heart.

Fingers a-glow with the lift and laughter of flames

 Reached out for some high home of ageless Fire

While lighting earth-eyes to earth-ecstasies.

On the Plateau of Panchgani

The heat of all th s universe's heart,

The pure sun bared to us our heaven of love—

A joy consuming body-fastnesses,

A golden luxury one with the wide hours

Riding in noonday nakedness the still

Procession of the elephant-headed rocks.

On a Hill in Khandala

Love through a death of colour everywhere—

The trees a bodiless sigh upon dusk air—

The hills a lost cry to a blue grown blind—

 Our faces dim with a mysterious Mind

Which hung gigantically unaware,

 Save when far temple-bells studded the wind

Of vastness with a gemlike pulse of prayer.

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