The Secret Splendour

In a grave of trance my flesh lies dead:

But unknown sparks are quivering through

 Its slumber till a sky is spread

Teeming with poignant starry hue.

A sepulchre of night I ve grown,

Pierced by strange planets far away -

Seeds of eternal beauty sown

In the darkened dust of human day.

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