The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Above, the calm blue light quelling each sigh-

Below, the singing rose-deeps of the soul.

Sorrow is a pinch of dust left by dead dreams,

Joy is the starry toil by which things live.

Vast throbs the world with a wonder in its womb.

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