The Secret Splendour

The strokes of time have left no scar on her:

Death after death upbuilt a fairer face:

 Now God's whole secret buried within earth

Laughs in the two sunflowers of her gaze.

Out of a heaven haloing each hour

She wakes the truth-gold in our limbs of lust:

Intense with a glowing absolute of life

She brings even dust the glory of being dust.

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