The Secret Splendour

I love thee for the scented rumour clinging

To thy pure limbs, of amaranthine peaks—

O luminous form whose every line goes singing

The immortality which void earth seeks.

Unto my shadow-calm thy beauty's passion

Glows like an inward-surging spirit force:

Over thy body's rhythm of adoration

My floating eyes attain eternal shores.

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