The Secret Splendour

Oh..!

Their music knows no back-tug on heart-strings:

Smooth ever the same forward path they've gone.

Sunshine is theirs—no mystery to be won

By hands that grope and tear at blinded things.

 Flowers they have plucked from beds of scarlet springs,

Their lips have shared sweet songs and laughed

and kissed...

Oh, the great deeps they have missed!

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