The Secret Splendour

In the hidden face of my own mind

With apocalypt surprise I see

 The grandeurdiaunted misery

Of two ecstatic eyes grown blind!

Some fallen god plays counterpart

To my earth-self with tortured bliss,

 A hieroglyphic star-abyss

The dim perfection of his heart!

But sweeter your remote distress

Than joys the senses can recall,

 O mute mysterious shadowfall

Of fiery forgetfulness!

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