The Secret Splendour

All things express themselves in hues

Which batter on the gates of sense;

But He to giant peace subdues

 The fires of His omnipotence.

A calm soul-light belongs to Him:

My heart with deepmost visioning word

Essays for ever bat to limn

The secret smile of the Unheard.

I crave a tuneful ecstasy

Lit by a sun beyond earth-skies—

The in-soaring bird of mystery

Whose pinions are trance-lifted eyes.

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