As one would stand who saw a sudden light Flood down the world, and so encompass him And in that world illumined Seraphim Brooded above and gladdened to his sight;
So stand I in the flame of one great thought, That broadens to my soul from where she waits, Who, yesterday, drew wide the inner gates Of all my being to the hopes I sought.
Her words come to me like a summer-song, Blown from the throat of some sweet nightingale; I stand within her light the whole day long,
And think upon her till the white stars fail: I lift my head towards all that makes life wise, And see no farther than my lady’s eyes.