The Secret Splendour

Edging earth's beauty shadow-wise,

A floating elusive aura-gloom

Of God-dream veiled from unshut eyes

Wafts to the hidden soul sense-opiate fume.

Whoso desires the pure Divine

Must dare the eclipse of numb self-nought

Where form-lights still their clamour-shine

 In a gigantic viewlessness of thought.

Darkly await long hours the appeasing

Apocalypse beyond change-rush:

 Then some eternal lover, seizing

 The heart of time, dazzles the tranceful hush.

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