The Secret Splendour

  Poems


A Line is There..

 

A line is there that runs like sudden sleep

Between the dusk of one world and the dawn

Of some surprising sky undreamed before.

Inward and upward through that streak a flux

Of sight and sound fades to a blank of bliss,

 The soul—foreglint of every end uncaught.

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