The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Each drop of beauty brings a power to slake

The fire-abysses of the human soul

Yearning for infinite ecstasy through clay.

But some vague distance ever cleaves apart

The hungry dreamer and the nectarous dream—

A distance dwarfing to pale starry quiver

The dance of universes everywhere ...

 

O pierce with mystic love the outward veil:

Draw close by trance your heart to the deep heart

Of each clay-mote and feel its intimate throb

 A paradisal cataract of the Vast!

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