The Secret



SHE passes in her beauty bright  
 Amongst the mean, amongst the gay,  
And all are brighter for the sight,  
 And bless her as she goes her way.  
 
And now a gleam of pity pours,  
 And now a spark of spirit flies,  
Uncounted, from the unlock’d stores  
 Of her rich lips and precious eyes.  
 
And all men look, and all men smile,  
 But no man looks on her as I:   
They mark her for a little while,  
 But I will watch her till I die.  
 
And if I wonder now and then  
 Why this so strange a thing should be—  
That she be seen by wiser men  
 And only duly lov’d by me:  
 
I only wait a little longer,  
 And watch her radiance in the room;  
Here making light a little stronger,  
 And there obliterating gloom,  
 
(Like one who, in a tangled way,  
 Watches the broken sun fall through,  
Turning to gold the faded spray,  
 And making diamonds of dew).  
 
Until at last, as my heart burns,  
 She gathers all her scatter’d light,  
And undivided radiance turns  
 Upon me like a sea of light.  
 
And then I know they see in part  
 That which God lets me worship whole:
He gives them glances of her heart,  
 But me, the sunshine of her soul.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ BKBK LALA MNMN
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,136
Words 214
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

William Cosmo Monkhouse

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