The Secret Splendour

The Secret Splendour - The Secret Splendour

"O thou who wast enamoured of earth's bloom

And intimate fragrance and charmed throbbing voice

Of mutable pleasure now disdained by thee—

 Far-visaged wanderer, dost thou rejoice

Straining towards the empty-hearted gloom

 To kiss the cold lips of eternity?"

"Barren nor drear the exalted sacrifice!

Unquenched I bring the keen revealing flame.

The warm magnificence of love's caress.

 Not with sage calm but thrilled vast hands, I claim

The unfathomed dark which round my spirit lies—

d touch immortal rapturous Loveliness!"

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