I sat behind the dance of Danger’s hooves

In the shouting street that seemed a futurist’s whim,

And suddenly felt, exceeding Nature’s grooves,

In me, enveloping me the body of Him.

Above my head a mighty head was seen,

A face with the calm of immortality

And an omnipotent gaze that held the scene

In the vast circle of its sovereignty.

His hair was mingled with the sun and breeze;

The world was in His heart and He was I:

I housed in me the Everlasting’s peace,

The strength of One whose substance cannot die.

The moment passed and all was as before;

Only that deathless memory I bore.