The Secret Splendour

No power could span

My fathomless

Agelong profundity

Of soul-forgetfulness.

Between the unheard

Deific shore

And my earth-captive life

Billowed a sense-uproar—

Until there dawned

Her haloed mien

 Of silence beautiful

With love of the Unseen.

Her gaze might droop

Weary awhile,

 But though each lash hung wet

 Her lips of faith would smile.

And from that curve

of bliss I won

 A dreamful boat to cross

 My heart's oblivion

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