The Secret Splendour

Make me thy child, wrap round thy viewless vault.

Thy endlessly expanding ether's globe

Cherishing in its depth globules of God.

Star me within that sable mother -space,

Hushfully heavened by the enfolding dream

Which without effort feeds all infant glows

To brighten and broaden into kingly seers

Thrilled with a universal harmony.

Then will I reach behind my own self's light

The Eternal who is birthless in things born,

Equal to pin-point and infinity,

Fused mother and child, one seer who is multiform.

Merger of the whole cosmic consciousness

In That which none can know but all can be!

O leave me wingless on the earth no more;

 Bird me in thy dark dawning overhead,

Invisible ere the heart burns up. a love

Hungering to lose its life in the unknown!

How shall I laugh in the dust clouding my gaze

To the bliss beyond, whose quiet is new birth

Of every mortal dream as truth's gold fire?

I raise to thee my flickering hands of clay.

Lean from thy dome of diamond secrecies,

 Quench the pale longing of my dwarf despair,

 Blow a great wind of mystery on small eyes.

Drive my diffuse blood-heat to the hidden heart

For one intensest ache to plunge in thee,

O nectarous night of superhuman trance!

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