And waken up its shadows by a light,
And show its vileness by a holiness.
Then I knelt down most silent like the night,
Too self-renounced for fears,
Raising my small face to the countless blue
Whose stars did mix and tremble in my tears.
God heard them falling after—with His dew.
So, seeing my corruption, can I see
This Incorruptible now born of me—
This fair new Innocence no sun did chance