The Secret Splendour

At Last

At last the unfading Rose—

Felt mine yet sought afar

In the flowering of forms

That proved but surface-sheens.

Mirrors of a mystery

That never broke to a star.

Now wakes a sudden sky

In the centre of my chest.

Bliss-wafts that never die

Float from a petalled fire

Rooted in godlike rest.

They spread in the whole world's air,

Gold distances breathe close.

Worship burns everywhere.

Life flows to the Eternal's face.

Unveiled within, light's spire,

At last the unfading Rose.

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