The Secret Splendour

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At the Foot of Kanchinjanga

I have loved thee though thy beauty stands

Aloof from me,

And hoped that dwelling in thy sight

From dawn to dawn at last I might

Become like thee—

Become like thee and soar above

My mortal woe And to the heavens,

passionless And mute, from dawn to dawn address

Thoughts white like snow.

1930

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