Upraised to that high world, without a pang.
I saw a shining One with mystic scroll,
The which He, smiling, waved, in full control
Of birds and beings, translated from the earth,
From every land to a great, inviting Goal.
Enthralled by the mighty throng in sacred mirth—
Ah now, me-thought, has come with joy my highest birth!
Angels were rising, many and swift and sheen;
While others, likewise moving with rhythmic grace,
Descending in sweetest song, were heard and seen—