The Secret Splendour

Has fire already answered us

With its quick-gold convolvulus?

Or the rose lighted its reply

In crimson-circled symmetry?

Does downward Jew's translucent ball

 Need let no secret utterance fall?

Will never the hollow of man's ear

 Catch aught save tones earth etches clear?

To unviewed heights flame-tongue must leap,

 Endless horizons rose-round sweep.

What soul-abyss will dew-drop plumb?

Ear, seek some Godhead waiting dumb!

1970

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