The Secret Splendour

Silently in the dark

Roamed Truth across my mind

Nor ever left behind

Her footfall's radiant mark,

Because no quiet lay

Of purity on thought:

The dust-whir s never caught

Her happy hushful way.

But now all passions drowse

Beneath unmoved trance-snow

 And Truth's calm footprints glow,

Guides to her secret house.

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