The Secret Splendour

(Found in a railway compartment)

As with unthinkable rapidity

Those fan-blades move, an unseen barrier flinging

Back from its whirling poise all trifles thrown,

So hangs invisible the ecstatic calm

Of the Spirit's power, checking each small surmise

Uplifted by the vanity of our brain.

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