The Secret Splendour

Quiet as a candle,

She burned the brief

 White span of her beauty

With a golden grief.

For 1 took her wondrous

Flame but to find

Secrets within me

Of a minstrel mind—

Or made it glimmer

A votive dance

 In my spirit's temple

 Of lonely trance—

And O so seldom

Did I wake to see

 Love burning away

Her life for me!

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