Before the glory of your love The beauty of the world is bowed In adoration, and to prove Your praises every Truth is proud… Each silent witness testifies

O Bright! thy stateliness and gra… Thy bearing and thy dignity Bring intuition of the place That still is native unto thee. Solely thy native airs delight

I loose the secrets of my soul And mint my heart to heavy words Lest you should need to ask a dole Of singing from the winds and bird… You will not heed nor bear my soul…

I am the Seer: for in you I see The fair unfolding of a secret flo… The pomp and pageant of eternal po… The crown and pride of your high d… I am the Prophet: this your proph…

The claim that has the canker on t… Is mine on you, man’s claim on Pa… Hopelessly lost that ceaselessly h… And all unmerited God still besto… The claim on the invisible wind th…

See the crocus’ golden cup Like a warrior leaping up At the summons of the spring, “Guard turn out!” for welcoming Of the new elected year.

Behold! a white Hawk tangled in a… Struggles no more, but lines the c… Seeing herself within the mystic c… Whereat forthwith its music turns… Rending the bonds and weaving roun…

Rougher than Death the road I cho… Yet shall my feet not walk astray, Though dark, my way I shall not l… For this way is the darkest way. Set but a limit to the loss

The stars sang in God’s garden; The stars are the birds of God; The night-time is God’s harvest, Its fruits are the words of God. God ploughed His fields at mornin…

She sings, but we are silent: when… Of mine come to me? I as the swal… Me vocal, and this desolate silenc… The Muse has left me for I cannot… Nor does Apollo now his splendour…

The wind rose, the sea rose A wave rose on the sea, It sang the mournful singing Of a sad centenary; It sang the song of an old man

Beside the golden gate there grows… Whose heavy fruit gives entrance t… Of Wonder, and the leaves thereof… Of desolation—nights of agony The buds and blossom for the fruit…

I felt within my heart awake and g… A spirit of Love’s excellence tha… Then I beheld Love as from afar h… So joyful that his face I scarce… He said: Now think all honour me…

If the dread all-seeing stars, Ringed Saturn and ruddy Mars And their companions all the seven… That play before the lord of Heav… Each blossoming nebula and all

I do not know how you can shun His sight who sees himself a clod Whose blindness still outstares th… And gazes on the hidden God. I do not know how you can hate