Occulted

[…] when thou seest that act afoot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe my uncle. If his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen, […]

Over the last eighteen years, America has quietly created an occulted imperium, quite distinct from the sprawling system of military and naval facilities through which America exerts physical force, based not on high politics, but on control of apparently apolitical plumbing facilities.

1893, Francis Thompson, Love in Dian’s Lap, VII. “Her Portrait” in Poems, London: Elkin Mathews & John Lane, p. 24, […] nigh her lids eclipse Each half-occulted star beneath that lies;