White as fleeces blown across the hollow heaven
Fold on fold thy garment wraps thy shining limbs;
Deep thy gaze as morning's flamed thro' vapours riven,
Bright thine hair as day's that up the ether swims.
Surely I have seen the majesty and wonder,
Beauty, might and splendour of the soul of song;
Surely I have felt the spell that lifts asunder
Soul from body, when lips faint and thought is strong;
Surely I have heard
The ample silence stirred
By intensest music from no throat of bird: —
Smitten down before thy feet
From the paths of heaven sweet,
Lowly I await the song upon my lips conferred.