Of everpowering blessedness,
Yet panting for the fulness of the bliss
That breathes consuming fire from Love’s unkenned abyss.
Not through that fiery sphere my way,
But here where shines the veiléd day,
The flames of mystery insteeped
In this our mortal clay;
For in her maiden breast asleep
Lies all the Love of Heaven’s deep,
The holy circle of her zone