The heart’s whole fervour silently speeds to thee,
Immaculate! and craves
Thy kisses or the grave’s,
Till, knowing its unworthiness to woo thee,
Remembers, grows content
With the old element,
And asks the lowlier grace its earlier music meant.
So, Lady of all power!
Kindle this firstling flower
The rainbow nymph above the waterfall
Into a mortal shade
Of thee, immortal maid,
That in her love I gather and recall
Some memory mighty and mute
In love’s poor substitute
Of thee, thy Love too high, the impossible pursuit!
Then from the cloud a golden voice
Great harmonies persuade,
That all the cosmic lawns rejoice
Like laughter of a maid ;
Till evolution had no choice,
But heard it, and obeyed.
“ Show by thy magic art
The hero-story!
Awake the maiden heart
With tunes of glory!
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