The Secret Splendour

  Poems


Bard

 

The nameless dust is aureoled by his mood

Of infinite reverie: the slumbrous brood

Of frail terrestrial hours grow giant wings;

Far-visioned with the homeless heart he sings.

 

When his unquenchable fervour seeks the pale

Tremulous brief beauty of life's yearning mouth,

Omniscient raptures touch earth's gloomy drouth,

Dim-streaming through that passion-parted veil.

 

Each death he dies builds more magnificent

The body of time—till the heroic grim

Flesh-spurning of his soul, grown prayer-intent,

 Lures from the mystic darkness over him

 Light like immortal youth into each limb.

 

March 1932


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