Thy love breathes o’er me in the winds of heaven —
Floats to me on the tides of morning light —
Descends upon me in the calms of even,
And fills with music all the dreamy night.
It falleth as a robe of pride around me,
A royal vesture, rich with purple gleams —
It is the glory wherewith life hath crowned me,
The large fulfillment of my soul’s long dreams!
It is a paean drowning notes of sadness —
It is a great light shutting out all gloom —