The Secret Splendour

Behind the broken world is the shattered self—

 A million bits thrown outward, leaving one

Small centre where the lost God knows himself.

Can ever the varied discords cling and fuse

 In some great glowing essence of all time?...

 Through the most tiny fragment—the lone core—

 Trembles a quicksilver of ecstasy

That feels a magicai and mingling touch

Secret within all parts—a power to slip

Without a seam or scar or aching strangeness

 Mood into wandering mood and plunge together

 The blinded globules to one globe of Eye

In which the scattered universe smiles whole!

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