The Secret Splendour

Rooted in deep on measureless deep of love,

A rapture-rock intense with quietude—

They rise, companion-crests of dream above

 A shadowy world, in mystic parenthood.

Their children shall be eyes new-born to climb-

Out of old dark, kissed by aluminous swoon

Of passion-prayer cleaving beyond all time—

Two summits haloed by one perfect moon.

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