The Secret Splendour

The whole earth blotted by a blind space within,

A black bliss of unbounded vacancy,

And in the far-stretched freedom a scintillant speck

Broken loose from each cry that clings to clay,

A home for the heartbeat in a heaven of sleep,

Yet haunted by the cadence of clay-tears—

One small star piercing unknown eternities

And burning for their outburst into time!

Slowly the silver point draws near, breaks wide

To a gold immensity of inwardness,

An all-transcending all-transmuting sun.

Then its keen core is a grip of God in the chest

And the lost earth is found with a new form

Etched by an aura of immortal day.

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