Clung, vague as a web, on heaven; then weak as a face that is wounded
Died on the withering clouds and sorrowed with them and mingled.
While up and up with a steadiness and triumph of sparkle that tingled,
Wrestled the tempest of Dawn, that hurricaned heaven with spangle,
And halcyon bloom like mercy,—a shatter, a scatter, a tangle
Of labyrinthed glory.—O God! with manifold mirth
The hallelujah of Heaven, hosanna of Earth.
2.
And I in my vision imprisoned was restless and wan
With a yearning for vigor to gird and be gone