In a larger world than thine.
Soft Petrarca, sweet and subtle,
Weaving still, with silver shuttle,
Moony veils for human feeling—
Thine the radiance from above,
Half-transfiguring, half-concealing,
Wounds and tears of earthly love.
Saxon rude, of thundering stammer,
Iron heart, by sin's dread hammer
Ground to better dust than golden,