The Secret Splendour

Quest

Long have I sought I Him

Yet never could find,

In the heart's hollow

 Or hill of mind;

Neither through lifted

Azure surmise

Nor the red darkness

Of calm shut eyes!

Will no ardour

Of solitude limn

 My roving bareness

With image of Him?

Dreams His hair wayward

Gossamer-light

Or a cool heavy

Hanging night?

O once I knew joy

In unborn years

Ere the mist floated

Of earthly tears!. .

But sweeter than tangible

Loveliness yet,

This haloed absence

I never forget!

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