Yet to thine eyes I never wake:—
They glance, but they remain unseen.
I know thee not, O Spirit fair!
Thou fillest heaven: the stars are thee:
Whatever fleets with beauty rare
Fleets radiant from thy mystery.
Forever thou art near my grasp;
Thy touches pass in twilight air;
Yet still—thy shapes elude my clasp—
I know thee not, thou Spirit fair!