As under its folded wings my spirit lay bowed;
But you seal no terrible silence, nor chime the laughter that echoes aloud.
Wonder and worship and gladness and tenderest grief are for you who dream
Out of the earth like a lost blue cloud from the azure spheres of sleep,
Where our bodiless souls are the clustering stars that whirl and revolve and leap
Round the orb of a nameless light in an endless stream.
Oh beauty! the colour of vision is yours and you spring from the seeds of dream.
And heaven I know is expressed in you because you were loved of a God,
You are nourished by tears of celestial dew because from his hand flew death,
And your quivering singing loveliness was born of his quivering breath