More clear, more vivid than the glare of day!
What marvel, then, that with a breathless hope
That gave me wings, forth from my home I rushed,
Though heaved the earth as if instinct with life,
Its very dust awakening! Can it be—
Is this the call, “Behold the Bridegroom comes!”
Comes He, the long-expected—long-desired?
Crowds thronged the street, with every face upturned,
Gazing into the sky—the flaming sky—
Where every cloud was like a throne of light.