The Secret Splendour

My victories of song shrivel up now

In fires speech cannot twine to wreath my brow—

The Spirit's golden truth! What conquering word

 Shall crown my life when God remains unheard?

He marks a measureless magnificent pause,

A reverie ineffable, because

Not through one gate alone—the chanting mouth—

His giant splendour can procession out.

But every pore must open to express

The myriad wealth of Everlastingness

Until the dark clay, tense with I mitless soul,

Breathes out a universe of aureole!

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