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 ow

The rich delight of an invisible
re,

Whose wandering ames of mystery

Are tinged with hues of an unknown desire

Born from abysses of secrecy.

A spark of the In
nite, 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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