The Secret Splendour

Sun's centre a rapt earth no man has viewed,

Centre of earth a lost beatitude

Whose gold immensity no god has found:

When that high trance and this light underground

Marry, then gods will here take burning birth

And a cool cradle with curtaining aureole

Know man born there above—one breakless Whole

Of perfect life will bear new sun, new earth.

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