The Secret Splendour

I would be very still,

That no enhaloed drop

Of Her confiding love might spill

From the heart's cup.

I would be very calm,

For the dark mind to fill

With Her desire-uplifting psalm

Of shadowless will.

I would be very mute,

Lest one harsh breath destroy

The burgeoning flame of Her absolute

 Rhythmic joy.

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