The Imprisoned Splendor
by Robert Browning
Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise|
From outward things, whate're you may believe.
There is an inmost center in us all,
Where truth abides in fullness; and around
Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in.
This perfect clear perception -- which is truth
A baffling and perverting carnal mesh
Binds it and makes all error and to KNOW
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence THE IMPRISONED SPLENDOUR may escape
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.