The Secret Splendour

Give her no name,

 Let silence fall:

Your heart shall know the wordless way to call

With a tongue of flame—

A tongue whose keen

Effulgence-cry

 Lifts ever to the sempiternal sky,

 Home of all sheen....

Not by your gaze

But through a deep

Forgetful discipline of sacred sleep

 You'll know her face—

An alchemy

Of shadowless will:

 Truth-core of light plucked from the Invisible

 To heaven your eye.

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