The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

What power is in that Blue asleep for ever

Beyond the burning freedoms of endeavour?

 Thought after thought carries a storm of wings

To span the moveless Deep that downward flings

Each thrill with a yonder to all ecstasies—

 A cool unpierceable colour wherein light

 Takes no fixed form but in supremest ease

 Hangs like a crown above both day and night!


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