The Secret Splendour

Love

Love makes the world go roand"—yes, ever round

 With never a breaking of the blissful bound.

 Is it for eternities of a single gyre

That from the heart's core leaped the quenchless fire

 Not to be gathered in one charmed embrace

But called by the silences of endless space

The Dweller in the dreaming depths arose,

Touched by a shadow which no mortal throws.

To pass beyond all orbit-dazzled joy,

 To reach an ecstasy's edge and then destroy

 The magic curve that holds back the huge light

 Born of a fathomless mystery of self-sight—

 Such winging from wide blue to wider sky

Marks that ineffable Eagle's destiny.

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