The Secret Splendour

You

Not in the God at my heart's care but the God

That is your inmost deep I plunge my love.

Although the same pure Sun rides everywhere,

Goldenest the honey of its heavenly hush

Culled by those bees, throb on sweet secret throb

Building your life's long business with earth's bloom.

This God is no miraculous solitude

But wonder-wide with all things beauty-born,

God bringing me His infinite taste in you.

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