Sun Blossoms

The Secret Fire

IN an embowered silence of the woods
The fruits of mortal passion grow;
Life with its many-coloured hidden moods
Bears on its waves of silver flow

The rich delight of an invisible fire,
Whose wandering flames of mystery
Are tinged with hues of an unknown desire
Born from abysses of secrecy.

A spark of the Infinite, our pilgrim-life
Travels through realms of light and shade
Where all intensities are but a brief
Footfall of faery dream and fade.

But out of some deep hollow wakes a sound
That echoes past the cycle of time;
Beyond the impenetrable Veil is found
The immortal hush of the Sublime.

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