The Secret Splendour

Symbol-Vision of Full Moon

The expanses of the moon

Have neither cloud

Nor cry to enshroud

Their calm of naked noon.

An imperturbable light

Is sovereign there:

No tremor of wayward air

Breaks on the tense soul-sight.

What shadowy words can roam

This vacuum space?

Unmarred the ineffable rays

Make the heart's hush their home.

O rapture lit above

To deepen the earth's eye—

 How blind is our reply:

Limbs locked in mental love!

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