The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Earth's lamp is lit on the Master's table,

A vigil above the white-sheet trance,

Watching some world-creative fable

Break there—divine truth's silhouette-dance—

Black lines of beauty, curvings sable,

Like lashes moved by mystery's glance,

 Dream-signs that trace through all time's babel

The calm of a godlike countenance.


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