How can I tell you? Memories shrink

To mix anew the cup of awe

We shuddering mortals had to drink.

What was it? There! The shape that stood

Before the altar and the rood—

It was not human flesh and blood!

A light more bright than any sun,

A shade more dark than any night,

A shape that human shape was none,

A cloud, a sense of wingëd might,