The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

There is a moment of deep night

In which the sky is more than still:

The soundlessness becomes a peace

That is surrender to some Will.

 Then; through the stars as through white holes

Pricked in a universe hung blind,

Steal into the vast web of Fate

The mercies of an infinite Mind.

Within the rapt mechanic law

A touch is found of the Ever-Free

Who made this system of sun-grooves

But has the power unendingly

To change it in strange secret ways

Through moments of communion

When the myriad cosmos grows aware

That by some Will it works as one.

 Each night the slumberer soul in things

Wakes for a while from time and space

To the love by which the spheres are moved

And feels, unveiled, Eternity's Face.

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