What mortal beauty could a man behold
Like you, dream-vision of my soul in flame,
Reflecting your great brilliance thru my frame,
A sunburst mirrored in a sea of gold?
The world is wide, but yearning makes me bold
To search its wideness: faithful, poor and tame
I seek the God of kindness just the same,
But find only his altar ... bare and old ...
That which I worship in you cannot sleep.
What are you then? A downward glance of ruth,
A drop of honey at a poisoned feast,
Essence distilled from all the tears I weep
And vision of my dreams! If you're the truth,
Reveal yourself to me in heaven at least!