However fragmentary? For though I may

Still fail to glimpse thy New Dawn which can soothe

My famished eyes with His unsullied Day,

Yet once thou mak'st my half-lit consciousness

A medium of thy fire-winged melody,

Thy Sun that sees will flash to me thy Grace,

The harbinger of His white harmony.

For thou hast reached what still eludes our grasp:

Immortal life which outmanreuvres death

By taking faded petals in its clasp

To resurrect in Beauty's blooms which breathe

Of rhythms yet unsurmised. O Fashioner

Of new moulds with materials of old !

Thou keepst thy vigil to invoke the far

Wisdom of stars to Folly manifold.

ln the abyss of anguish, when one sighs

For loss irreparable, thou alone

Healst the bereaved with message of thy skies

Which we, through blindness, bypass and disown.

Transgressing limits where the world cries halt

Thou movest on-no terrors make thee quail,

Thou hast attained what never is at fault :

The Sun of suns no cloud can countervail.

What we dream of on earth thou bringest down

From zones beyond our boldest fancy's flight;

Who once knows thy compassion has, friend, known :

'Tis not a myth that Love is one with Light.