The Secret Splendour

Art

After the equatorial dithyramb,

The Antarctica unheard—

The quiverless stare of ice probing

 The fire a-dance in teach word.

After the all-abysm of the embrace,

The tight-lipped enemy—

 The silence of the steel piercing

The kiss a-throb in each cry.

Unmeltable, implacable,

On the sun-daze of the heart

Falls a mind bare like a crescent-edge

 And the smitten splendour is Art.

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