The Secret Splendour

The breath of night grows calm.

And darkly broods each palm

In quiet eminence;

The branching masses lay

 Upon earth's dimming day

Shadows of time-suspense.

Around me and above

Are secrecies of love

Whose veil was but the breeze:

A presence makes the air

 Deific everywhere

With all-embracing peace.

Moon-glimmers falling through

 The branch-hush bear a new

Transforming mystery,

As though from passing night

Were strained an essence-light

Of immortality.

One sole miraculous sound

Cores the immense profound

Of lull: my body hears,

Revealed within its breast,

The untimed unmanifest

Heart of the un verse.

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