The Secret Splendour

O dry lips longing in a face grown pale!

No sudden fate is yours but an old tale

That comes out of the very mouth of the womb.

Lust for brief joy enkindling a blind flash

 Leaves in the deeps of life a taste of ash

Covering the Eternal's laughter with its gloom.

Beyond your little breath of flames that flee

Seek a large dying—with infinity

The immutable end. divinity the doom!

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