Earth calls us once again,
And, through the mystic Gleam,
The grey old City of mortal pain
Dawns on the heavenly dream.
Sweet as the voice of birds
At dawn, the years return,
With little songs and sacred words
Of human hearts that yearn.
The sweet same waves resound
Along our earthly shore;
But now this earth we lost and found
Is heaven for evermore.
Hark! how the cosmic choir,
In sea and flower and sun,
Recalls that triumph of desire
Which made all music one:
One universal soul,
Completing joy with pain,
And harmonising with the Whole
The temporal refrain,
Until from hill and plain,
From bud and blossom and tree,
From shadow and shining after rain,
From cloud and clovered bee, From earth and sea and sky,
From laughter and from tears,
One molten golden harmony
Fulfils the yearning years.
Love, of whom death had birth,
See now, is life not sweet?
Love, is this heaven or earth?
Both are beneath thy feet.
In other worlds I loved you, long ago;
Love that hath no beginning hath no end;
The sea-waves whisper, low and sweet and low,
In other worlds I loved you, long ago;
The May-boughs murmur and the roses know
The message that the dawning moon shall send;
In other worlds I loved you, long ago;
Love that hath no beginning hath no end.