The Secret Splendour

Immense blue Light that has marred

The earth's small grace,

 Leaving my heart a hollow

Filled by no human face!

Can ever the body's fire

Mingle with Thine?

Why didst thou lure me, Splendour,

If Thou wert all divine? ...

Or is Thy hand in the dusk,

Left by the sun-

Fingers of fugitive gold

That crave communion?

Or through a streak of moon

Showst Thou love's mirth—

Presage of hidden lips

Mating the sky to earth?

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