In golden morning air. An inner gushing
Was I, a gentle striving, all things flowed
Through me and over me, and light I rose.
Then sank the first dust-seed within the shell,--
That glowing kiss when risen from the feast!
Backward I ebbed upon my inmost life--
It was a flash,--my powers already swell,
And move the tender petals and the bell,
And swiftly, from beneath my being's spring,
To earthly senses thoughts were blossoming.