The Secret Splendour

When the purple

 Calm of night

Veils the roving

Outer sight,

I feel You—Beauty

Void of blame!—

 And my whole being

 Sinks in shame.

But, with this falling

Worship-mood,

 Falls from me

 My humanhood.

A giant glow

Honies the heart:

Across each atom

Sun-rays dart

Within a hushful

Firmament

Deep-arching through

 My figure bent

In dross-surrender

To your sweet

 Invisible

God-precious feet.

And when this Day

Of night is gone,

I call but darkness

Each new dawn.

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