The Secret Splendour

I stand here for all time, rooted in God.

A thousand heart-gropes find each root their goal.

I am caught by a depth and a warmth of eternal Love,

Love that by being eternity is true earth,

The rock-grip of a bliss that cannot end.

Here is my Country, my Creatrix, my World's Core.

To the old out-scattered life there is no return.

But my fixed tree is a branching magnificence:

 Everywhere spread huge arms that pierce all space,

 Nothing the sweep of the universe can give

Eludes; but now from a stainless height I search

Earth's distances of lost divinity.

Here is the Abroad, the All-Mother, the World's Edge.

To the low rush, the blind grasp there is no return.

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