Occulta

Crowns and imperial purple, thrones of gold, Onyx and sard and blazing diadems, Lazuli and hyacinth and powerful gems Undreamt of even in Babylon of old May for a price be given, bought and sold, Bartered for silver as was Bethlehem’s— And yet a Splendour lives that price contemns Since Five loud Tongues a deeper worth have told. Braver is she than ruby, far more wise Even than burning sapphire, than emerald Anchored more strongly to impalpable skies— Upon a diamond pinnacle enwalled The banners blaze, and “Victor” she is called, Youthful, with laughter in her twilit eyes.