The Secret Splendour

Blake

Each child to him a new star's halo bore,

Calling from his heart's mystic orient

Of hush and vigil and huge wonderment

Caspar, Balthazar, Melchior.

Life's End

(The emptiness of life's end as would be Grecianly thought and felt.)

In a little while to lie

Shut off from holy sky—

Deep in the dull earth thrust,

Oblivious even of dust.

Jet stone fringed with pale grass, I crave to know

What godhead you become when I stand so

 Your hue is a mystery and no mere black:

Tell me what heaven you hold behind my back?

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