The Secret Splendour

So many ways I had gone,

Called by the hues

Of a myriad thronging dreams

That never could fuse.

You showed the one white path;

Treading its calm, all else

I saw as a leap of sand

Away from the magic wells

That seem so faint and far

Through the wandering haze

Which now at last I know

As the outward human gaze.

Gone is the straining look;

Blissfully blind

With love of the Secret Crescent

Whose vanishing point is the mind,

I walk a pearly roadstead

Beyond all drossy days—

A curve to heaven drawn by

That Silver Smile of Your face.

Deep and more deep within,

I am guided to my rest

Where the wells of deathless nectar

Hide in each mortal breast.

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