The Secret Splendour

Over an endless groove that plunges and plunges,

The globed liberties of the silver Calm

Rejoice aloof from the all-en gulfing pain.

 Against the background of that mystic Moon

 Roar the infinitude seas, the eternity hills

Volcano to the Hush. Mere mocks in our sky,

Stand the bare craters and the deep dry beds,

 Children of the burning pallor of mortal love.

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