The Secret Splendour

A violet wisdom gathers in cool eve

To calm the loud day's many-coloured thought.

Now the whole wandering universe sleeps—one:

Purple the tree and purple every bird

And even flight is a vague flower thrown

From boughs of vaguenesses. The gloamy hour

Brings all far beauty close by some mauve throb

Of inner vigil echoed everywhere.

Desire lies numb, for distances are nought:

The walls of varied flame drop down awhile,

Sunk to one single Love's immensity.

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