Never yet was mortal smitten
By such secret truths unwritten,
Truths which never fail or fall.
There the King, in vesture splendid
Seen, but yet uncomprehended,
Passes to his palace gate;
To his bride, from his dominion,
He has sent on eagle’s pinion
Tidings of that mystic state.
Speak thou then her bridegroom’s splendor,