The Secret Splendour

No surface-silvering fugitive aerolite,

He came a star to be sown deep in earth

And kindle out a tree that grips grey rock

Yet takes with a husband's arms the blue of the sky.

He roots the sun-gold in earth's centuries.

We that are foreigners to he immortal fire

Cry "Fatherland" to the azure's liberty:

Our home in the highest heaven is this earth-god,

With him our dust builds up beatitude.

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