The Secret Splendour

Like the dim voice of vagrant

Water among leaf-shadowed hours

Ripples the soft remembrance of her sable-shining hair.

Like the nocturnal fragrant

Dew-mystery of hidden flowers,

Hallow my dream the ecstatic tears in the gloom-glow

of her eye;

Vague with a serpent-shimmer,

 To my enchanted heart's love-tune

Waken flame-echoes of her arms in the slumbering void air

Tense with a timeless glimmer

Grief-slaying, her spirit's crescent moon

Spreads by a virgin scimitar the peace of paradise.

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