To praise that fits thee, clear To the ear within the ear, But dense To clay-sealed sense.
Thee God's great utterance bore, O secret metaphor Of what Thou dream'st no jot!
Cosmic metonymy; Weak world-unshuttering key; One Seal of Solomon!
Trope that itself not scans Its huge significance, Which tries Cherubic eyes.
Primer where the angels all God's grammar spell in small, Nor spell The highest too well.
Point for the great descants Of starry disputants; Equation Of creation.
Thou meaning, couldst thou see, Of all which dafteth thee; So plain, It mocks thy pain;
Stone of the Law indeed, Thine own self couldst thou read, Thy bliss Within thee is.
Compost of Heaven and mire, Slow foot and swift desire! Lo, To have Yes, choose No;
Gird, and thou shalt unbind; Seek not, and thou shalt find; To eat, Deny thy meat;