Surely I take no more an earthly food

But eat the fruits and plants of Paradise!

For Thou hast changed my sense’s habitude

From mortal pleasure to divine surprise.

Hearing and sight are now an ecstasy,

And all the fragrances of earth disclose

A sweetness matching in intensity

Odour of the crimson marvel of the rose.

In every contact’s deep invading thrill,

That lasts as if its source were infinite,

I feel Thy touch; Thy bliss imperishable

Is crowded into that moment of delight.

The body burns with Thy rapture’s sacred fire,

Pure, passionate, holy, virgin of desire.