The Secret Splendour

O voiceful words, strive only to instil

By contemplative hue of harmony

A deathless image of inaudible

Lip-parted soul-trance—firm serenity

 Stemming the universe of stray desire,

 Like cool rock-rapture lifted motionless

 In purple poise against the loud sapphire

Foam-mood of passion—agelong loneliness

Through which life's sorrowing visage learns to wear

A hidden smile of God-futurity

And the deep heart's occult apocalypse dare

Though with an earthquake throe it leave behind

A nameless ruin smouldering silently

Where ran the shock of vision through the mind.

2.10.33

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