The Secret Splendour

Maya

"Ardent your gaze—yet sorrowful, mystery-haunted, lone

 Have I not answered your world-wandering cry

 With love's intense surrender? Must your eye

Still seek the dumb star-beauty of the unknown?

In the tremulous gloom what vanishing dream-face

 Torments your spirit when my mouth you claim?"

"Vainly beyond your earth-impassioned grace

Beckons the perfect Splendour, flame on flame

Of incorruptible calm. Can aught redress

The exalted, keen, eternal misery

Glowing within my heart, that I should be

So drunk with joy when lip to mortal lip we press?"

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