If perfect moments on the peak of things,

These tops of knowledge, greatness, ecstasy,

Are only moments, this too enough could be.

I have assumed the rapid flaming wings

Of souls whom the Ignorance black-robed Nature brings

And the frail littleness of mortality

Can bind not always; a high sovereignty

Makes them awhile creation’s radiant kings.

These momentary upliftings of the soul

Prepare the spirit’s glorious permanence.

The peace of God, a great still transience,

Is now my being’s boundless atmosphere.

All parts are gathered into a timeless whole;

All moments last in an eternal Year.