The Secret Splendour

Trance-solitude

By unexplored vague vistas speechless-stirred,

Lone tears of God-surmise have often blurred

My gaze; and to the earth-self suddenly

Came, through remote trance-visaged marvelling

Of adoration ever-widening,

A spacious sense of immortality.

Then lips could form no prayer, a calm so deep

In-drew the soul; but to my plumbless sleep

The wind's majestic moan, bird-happy trill,

 Sedge-whisper, cataracted eloquence

 Were all a wordless music-frankincense

Kindled by dream of the Immutable.

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