The Secret Splendour

The Death of Vivekananda

He is gone from us—deep within Truth's secrecy beyond.

 How could we hold him from the abyss of the Almighty?

Can the wild water be reined it the precipice's edge?

 Can the lightning be statued between heaven and earth?

Can we clutch the heart of the ion and the leap of its desire?

When the soul of him, so measureless, has left us,

What bewailing of small mouths can help our love?

Silent and aloof we will sit on some shore

And let the boom of the surging ocean be our grief.

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