The Secret Splendour

I sought earth's lake of love, but she

With an ethereal treachery

 My human hunger did betray

 To heaven's glory cupped in clay!

I had not bargained to behold

A rhythm of cerulean gold

 Nor with an aching mouth impress

 Calm firmamental nakedness!

Through every wayward kiss I won

Quintessence of a spirit sun.

And all earth-relish I forgot

 In far intoxicance of thought,

Condemned for ever more to be

A drunkard of infinity!

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