The Secret Splendour

Loss

Through smallest whorls of colour I sucked song

From depths below, within, above this earth;

I laid a moment's ear upon each hue

And caught innumerable centuries

Kindling their whole heart's passion to one throb.

The same miraculous world gathering a voice

Of Godhead from horizon-glow is here—

But the inner light which listened has grown blind:

A blackness now is the brain, a drowsy shore

Where the great glittering seas hurl without sound.

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