The Secret Splendour

I have viewed many miracled whitenesses—

The passionless pure anger of thick snow

Falling from heaven; a crest of icy glow

Like the eternal laughter of a god;

And Taj Mahal's imperishable peace,

An emperor's flawless dream ecstatic-hewn

By wizard hands out of a plenilune

Of love untarnished by the mouldering sod.

But once I knew a whiteness stranger still:

 Limb-mystery kindled to dancing gesture—

A rhythm of adoration its sole vesture,

And every line a call from paradise

Singing to earth the rapture of shut eyes

 Impregnate with some vast Invisible!

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