The Secret Splendour

Brahman

Why need I fear to merge with Him my heart?

Although the magic message of the moon

Be lost within Him, nor the starry rune

Nor day's rich rhapsody have counterpart,

He is no solitary blinded swoon

Of infinite forgetfulness, a void

Where every throb of colour is destroyed

For those who with His potence dare commune.

If not a star can bare its glimmering eye

 And moon-rays wither and the sun grows black

When he absorbs the soul, it is not lack

 Of light in Him; but all this splendcured sky

 Fades-to a phantom shrivelled, shadowy,

Before the conflagratian of His ecstasy!

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