Buds, roses, blossoms! Lilies of the Light!

Bloom, bloom, the fragrance shed upon the air!

Out flames the miracle of life and love!

Out, out the lights! Flame, flame, the rushing storm!

Darkness and death, and glory in my soul!

Swept, swept away are pope and cardinal,

Palace and city! There I lay beneath

The golden roof of the eternal stars,

Borne up on some irremeable sea

That glowed with most internal brilliance;