More gross the form that his loved mind shall take,
Canst clothe his spirit for my fleshly sight, 330
Or make my earthly sense more pure and bright.’
“So was I speaking, when without a sound
There was a movement in the sacred ground:
I saw a figure rising, but could trace
No certain features, no peculiar face;
But I prepared my mind that form to view,
Nor felt a doubt—he promised, and was true!
I should embrace his angel, and my clay,