The Secret Splendour

All that heavenly lustres

To earth reveal

 Are roses mortal fingers

Never feel.

Ethereal blooms mock minds

Unluminous:

Faces of cold high beauty

Madden us.

How shall our common day

Clasp content

 When glows afar a godlike

Firmament?......

But, dreaming a Deep within,

Our hearts can move

Beyond all gods and gather

A mate to our love—

And draw from a holy hidden

Core of night

 A glimmer and a rumour

Of All-delight,

Until to our hush of gloom

Fire-tongues are given

Uttering eternities

Higher than heaven.

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