The Secret Splendour

Tryst

I have come to the secret hour

All love desired:

My heart, a distant music,

Awaits earth-tired.

My parching sight grows cool

 With vague star-dew

And a breathless night within

Unfolds its infinite hue.

To reach beyond time's veil

The eyes strain not their gaze:

They shut, and eternity

Is held in hushed embrace.

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