The Secret Splendour

A mount keeps vigil here beneath vague skies,

A throne of shadow: claim it with closed eyes.

Grow deaf to your heart, the brain's hot hunger still,

To catch the curbed omnipotence of this hill,

This sovereign height of sleep-itensity

Where the universe is lost without one sigh—

Secret of deathless self-dominion

Waiting for evermore yet calling none,

A vast withdrawal from our transient sun!

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