The Secret Splendour

Tryst

Fall shut, vain eyes, for you have never seen Him:

Your gaudy eagerness serves but to screen Him.

Forget your revel, O insatiate ears:

You have not heard the Heart of the universe.

Lips, guard all breath—awaiting on your own

Stillness the silent kiss of the Unknown....

Life flows a river foaming ferryless

 Between the myriad marge of outwardness

 And the Eternal Lover's lonelihood Of unseen bank—until a soul-sense mood

Winters the hurrying wave, a fozen sheet

Of trance to bear across the all-beautiful Feet.

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