The Secret Splendour

How shall those immortalities

 Of light bring back my sun

Or terror of that ageless doom

Add darkness to my dun?

If there is Heaven, the touch it lays

Upon my life is pain—

 Death plundering the face I love

And bankrupting my brain.

If there is Hell, its gap of gloom

Is here already given—

My void heart when that gracious look

Crumbled into some Heaven.

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