The Secret Splendour

Song-change

Now from the bitter monotony of tears

Touched by Truth's sorrowless sun-gold

Rises into the azure universe

Of God-suspense

My soul of mortal music. Changed to a dense

Yet delicately floating silver hush

Its far fumes soar

 High and yet higher till, through heaven's blue-white,

Wind-raptures rush

 Waking to pure cascading light

The trance of those cloud seas—

A nectarous downpour

 Of unpremeditated harmonies

Rejoicing my starved earth. They pass and all its gloom

Of buried beauty daybreaks into paradisal bloom.

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