The Secret Splendour

O glory of unimaginable love

 Arisen in the abject clay's

Cold slumbering night,

Destroy each wilful passion-gust that dims

Within my heart the secret paradise

Thou mirrorest in Thy unsullied eyes!

May my whole life in a flame of worship move

Towards the spirit-splendour of Thy limbs

Wherein our lost and fragmentary days

 Find a uniting rapture and the unknown

Helpless dream-longing of the earth, star-sown,

Blossoms into undying words of light!

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