The Secret Splendour

Remember that my pulse is a poet's blood,

A thick wild honey drawn from light and love:

Nothing save keener love and closer light

Can shake it to a tune that is not earth.

How shall my heart redden with mystic moods

Unless your God comes forth a lustrous form

Touching and taking me as if all earth

Were swallowed up within a Sun of bliss

Where every sight is dazzled, each thought burned,

Leaving no universe but His sweet Self,

A glory of infinitude enfolding me?

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