The Secret Splendour

I've visioned many barenesses—the beach

Of an untrod isle lost in a secret sea—

A hill, pure rock, out soaring all bird-speech—

Skies of unbroken blue serenity.

An unforgettable moment I have stood

Bereft of voice to act interpreter

To a timeless flash of unveiled Aphrodite!

But oh the nakedness when one deep night

Caught suddenly my nind beyond thought's stir,

Shorn of a million stars to grope sheer God!

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