The Secret Splendour

Verge

When glow and gloom are one before day-rise

 And half sleep hears in every sound a secret,

 Miraculous horizons touch the eye.

 But oh the long day-void of outer space!

What sea can charm us to the shimmery goal

 Of unknown musics surging through the mind?...

We journey till the breeze sinks to a prayer

And stirless shadows seem a hidden light.

Then slowly round the hush an aureole dreams,

Building cool paradise out of old pain.

But ere we plumb the haze-world, poignancies

Cry through our soul and sharp crags cut the moon

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