The Secret Splendour

How has this little face

Filled for me infinite Space?

It is as though gold rays

 Leaping from north and south and east and west

Came to enchanted rest

In that mysterious hair falling like heaven's own grace,

Those eyes of deep dusk many-starred,

The gently curved truth-pointing nose,

The lips that open doors to me earth-barred,

The chin that rounds off all my broken dreams,

The delicate ears to which my moon-struck woes

Are music's nectar-streams—

O that small long-lost face, through many a smart

 Now reached again—from shadows won

Back to my heart—

O smiling silence of all journeys done!

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