The Secret Splendour

Would you dream-pierce

The concentrated still

Arcane God-glow Hung over the death-dismal universe?

Then, heart, string your lax will,

Hush to an in-drawn bow

Of single aspiration all vail speech.

Save with one-pointed arrow-mood can love explore

 Gigantic-vistaed timelessness to reach

The lonely target of Truth's quiet burning core?

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