The Secret Splendour

I am an agony of glooms that know

At last their own immeasurable loss!

Struck by Thy superhuman sheen I grow

 Unveiled to my self-gaze in all the gross

 Betrayal of Thy presence with each breath

That I have drawn apart from Thy soul-rays.

A conscious martyrdom of living death,

 A funeral pyre of fallen years, I blaze

Into wide aspiration for new birth!

O quenchless Truth, sorrow shall make my earth

 Through this unblinded burning self-shame one

With Thy pure vast—each holocausting hour

Flame-wedded unto Thee shall keep Thy power

 Held in the heart like a prodigious sun!

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