The Secret Splendour

Climb the white hush within, and you shall pierce

 The veil which hides the dream of the universe.

Your gaze shall brim no more with mirrorings

Of tearful, broken hearted, mutable things,

But trace in all their quiver and cry a still.

Glowing eternity of flawless Will.

For you shall be as on a mountain crest

Whereunder some far ocean's loud unrest,

 Flash of foam-heave and scattering glimmer-tune

 Change to one giant sapphire of swoon—

 A moveless light, a strange inaudible mirth,

 An eye of trance gemming the face of earth.

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