The Secret Splendour

  Poems


 

Not the mind's soul but the dim soul of body

Sits on the top of human prayer ascending—

Quick fire with its flame-tip a stone of slumber—

A weight of blinded hungers bending

This bright tongue backward from the rapturous music

By which the secrecy of heaven knows rending.


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