The Secret Splendour

In the palace of our love

The fires meet face to face;

But in love's secret temple

We hunger through dim space.

Laughter and music race

Along our kindled nerves,

But in love's temple a far cry

Goes fading on clay-curves.

We throng with our eyes the palace

 Where gleam may fuse with gleam—

 But in our deep heart's temple

Love lies alone with a dream.

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