The Secret Splendour

Intangible

Intangible she glimmers

Through solitary night,

A nameless moonray weaving

Her body's deathless white.

From a virgin world she travels

In shadow-life awaile,

 Her beauty far with the frozen flame

Of her unravished smile.

She lets no mortal lover

Her eyes' deep silence share

Or steal the scented aumour of heaven

From the pale harp of her hair...

How long will you relinquish,

O soul, the sweet relief

Of the myriad cry whose colour is day,

For a dim transcendent grief;

And her bare eternity

Be cruel to love's caress,

Roaming the heart, unfathomed,

Wearing forgetfulless?

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