The Secret Splendour

Hearts have great hungers—some would stand, earth-free.

On lonely peak or plunge in secret sea

Searching for lost Atlantis; some would scan

Boundless horizons for the future man.

I quest for mystic silence and strange song,

But not for sky or wave or hid I long.

Distance and depth and dizzy dream I win

If I, for music-burst or trance within,

Touch—lip to lip—at the end of all world-ways

That fairest, freckled, unforgettable face.

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