The Secret Splendour

This is my prayer: let me all things forget

Save that the Spirit remains unfathomed yet

In its omnipotent tranquillity.

I crave not the too bitter-sweet uncase

Of those who crush time's rich alluring fruit

In an insatiate mouth. Enough for me

If every eve a more awakened soul

I draw from nature's symbol mystery

 Signed with the unhasting moon above the bruit

And undulous passion of the great grey seas,

Its consecrated trance for ever mute

Holding their myriad horses keen of foot,

 Maned with high-tossing spume, in white control-

Calm gracious guidance to their mighty roll

 Drowning life's untransmuted memories!

1931

Page 404