The Secret Splendour

Worship and wideness—gold fire in calm space—

 Heart-core intensities fed by the immense

Silence that comes of farness from all clay—

Lotuses of laughter sprung out of the deep,

Plucked high by the hushed lotus overhead—

 Limbs that forever love unveiled within

By fixed stars silvering some remote of sleep.

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