The Secret Splendour

The valley of life crowns in a sea of vapour Isled with a reverie of purple height

 Whose giant ruggednesses darkly taper

 Against eve-spaces, silhouetting night!

No cry of human rapture, no distress:

Only a hushful adamantine flight

Through widening rarities of consciousness—

Wrapt in a nameless gloom waiting self-sight.

Lord of the ascetic vow, is it from Thee

This massive boon of towering mastery—

 To lose all universe yet feel no loss?

Life-clamour spurned, will there not dawn across

The silent shadow's on my lifted brow

 A moon-white memory that I am Thou?

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