The motions change—the colors go and come.
An odor, strange though not offensive, spread
About him, as he near and nearer drew;
But, piercing, keen, it filled our Founder’s head,
Involved his brain, and passed his senses through;
Entranced he sate, while round him rose and played
Celestial hues, and music strange and new;—
The heavens, the earth, to various radiance turned,
And in a maze of mingling colors burned.