The Secret Splendour

I scarce can tell what love's communion

Has made my life miraculously sweet;

All that I know is nameless rapture-heat

Held in the heart like a prodigious sun.

My solitude of inmost hush kneels down

 For benediction to invisible feet,

And all my broken splendours grow complete

With some curved palm as paradisal crown.

Although the face i long for never shows

Its rich beatitude of reverie,

On the pale mouth of my mortality

Each song now blossoms like a deathless rose,

As if in answer to the unseen press

Of lips divine upgrew that loveliness.

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