In some great tidings, or the face of one
Who late hath set his hand upon some task
By God ordained, that shall for God be done.
That light is as the light of them who bent—
That shepherd choir—above the Babe new born:
Upward from Him thy day is ever sent,
A lifelong kindling of the Bethlehem morn.
VIII.
Since that strange moment, Love was as a breeze,
And I a leaf wafted by it along: