The Secret Splendour

I have been quiet a long while

To till my singing smile

With a magic beyond the lips of man.

And very quiet will I be

After the burst of minstrelsly

To find at the close

The light with which my tune began.

Glowing behind

The singer's mind, A mystery journeys forth to meet

 Across the rapture of rhyming feet

Its own unplumbed repose

Come then, O listeners, with a tranquil mood

To feel far more than the loud heart knows;

Or else the King who moves through the common word

Shall never be heard

 And keep unseen the strange infinitude

He bears above our mortal woes.

The purple of his dream divine.

Look deep for his true royalty's sign:

 Haloed with hush he enters, coronaed with calm he goes!

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