I SAW you standing midst the golden rod
That filled the fields with swaying dewlit ore,
And marvellous was the message that you bore
Standing alone amid the flowers of God.
For Beauty dawned for me as at the nod
Of old magician learned in ancient lore
And ever after Beauty more and more
Kept calling from the boundless spaces broad.

And sometimes when the path of life loomed steep
Or bitterness seemed doomed to fill the day
This memory came as turn the tides that creep
Back to the solitude of shore and bay;
And sorrow fled as the renascent sweep
Of recollection glorified the day.