The Secret Splendour

"You deem me a bliss

 That never can die;

But death comes gathering flowers,

And a flower am I.

Why do you strain

 To a little thing

Your mouth of limitless

Heart-hungering?

Tear down this timeful

Mask of me:

What you desire,

O flame Is eternity!

Seeker of unflawed

 Loveliness—

Let all your passion or body

Inward press

Unto a Splendour

Beyond decay:

Hold in a deep embrace

Of sheathing clay

The ineffable Spirit:

Whose mystery

Alone can fill your love's

Immensity!"

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