The Secret Splendour

A bull's body uplifted by eagle wings

Looms in the twilight air whose breath is sleep.

When the vast world has grown a wondrous void—

Each bird and beast sunk in a secret dream—

This lord of a supernatural loneliness

Breaks through the silence and the glooming grey

The sudden clarity of a boundless truth!

The unknown All-Life is he, the veiled God-touch—

His head piercing the night's antiquity

Builds ever the two-horned mystery of the moon

And his wing-waft is the tremor and thrill of the stars.

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