His aureoles of jewelled light shall pass,
That He may make us nobler things that these,
And in her royal robes of blazing red
Adorn His bride. Yea, with what mysteries
And might and mirth shall she be diamonded.
And what new secrets shall our God disclose;
Or set what suns of burnished brass to flare;
Or what empurpled bloom to oust the rose;
Or what strange grass to glow like angels’ hair!
What pinnacles of silvery tracery,