The Secret Splendour

Nirvana

The ear is a flame,

And a fire the mouth,

The eye is a burning

Deep of drouth.

O give no longer

Your soul to feed

This myriad dragon

Of glowing greed!

Each time you blow

Your passion higher

Beauty goes mounting

A funeral pyre:

If ever the spirit

Leaps like a flash,

What can stay after

But a heap of ash?...

All figures of joy

You rush to meet

Captive your self

In a narrow heat.

Let no form-vision

Your heart compress:

Then life shall cool

To a boundlessness

That never will die!

For who can raze

The flying rampart

Of infinite space?

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