Stirr’d by the wings of singing spirits fair,
When the sweet anthem lifteth or declines,
In organ waves that sweep along the lines
Of the soul’s shore, to break upon and die,
Soft on the soothed borders, silently.
We passéd by the door and enter’d in,
For in Love’s holy place we sought to win
High ecstasy whereon our souls might climb
Even to the utmost gate of golden bliss,
And know within the sanctuary of this,