The Secret Splendour

Tyaga

O vanished Face beyond the reach of thought,

Beauty the soul must love ere eyes can view!—

 Shed lustre once again: have I not through

Forgetfulness of human faces sought,

Year on dark year, Thy memory divine?

The old alchemic touch of peace renew:

Within my meditation s blinded hue

Thy aureate immortality enshrine!

Craving, O Vast, no lesser radiance,

I bare of all change-garb my reverie—

Pine-odorous sway, cloud richnesses that rove,

 Oceanic rapture's royal resonance!

Shall not my tranceful sacrificial love,

Stripped of the universe, grow one with Thee?

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