Each sight is now immortal with Thy bliss:

My soul through the rapt eyes has come to see;

A veil is rent and they no more can miss

The miracle of Thy world-epiphany.

Into an ecstasy of vision caught

Each natural object is of Thee a part,

A rapture-symbol from Thy substance wrought,

A poem shaped in Beauty’s living heart,

A master-work of colour and design,

A mighty sweetness borne on grandeur’s wings;

A burdened wonder of significant line

Reveals itself in even commonest things.

All forms are Thy dream-dialect of delight,

O Absolute, O vivid Infinite.