The Secret Splendour

My limbs are heavy—

Incomprehensible stars have made me old:

With one vast weariness I am ensouled.

But has my sorrow

An echo in God's own dream-universe?

 Thrills there a constellated cry of tears

Divinely longing

For the strange darkened beauty of human eyes?

And is there loneliness too in paradise?

My limbs fall heavy,

Perchance because the tranceful time has come

For me to lie miraculously dumb.

Grow deep, my spirit,

And by your solitude mate His lonely light:

 In giant emptiness measure His height!

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