Classic Poem

Now I perceive that I no more belong
To this wan world of passionate pale things.
For my sharp sense has heard a wilder song—
The silent music Holy Logic sings.
Earth was not proud enough for me—but now
Here is a Godlike splendor—here is pride—
Here is the silent shining of the brow
Of the Great Lover whereto I am bride.
Now through my reason and my sense break through
The fearful magnetisms of the Lord
And He is not like gently falling dew
Who has the fierceness of the sharp-edged sword.
Now through my mind breaks forth new sky—new earth—
Here is fresh splendor … and a virgin birth.