Transfiguration

I saw thee once and nought discern’d For stranger to admire; A serious aspect, but it burn’d With no unearthly fire.

Again I saw, and I confess’d Thy speech was rare and high; And yet it vex’d my burden’d breast, And scared, I knew not why.

I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed On face, and form, and air; God’s living glory round thee blazed— A Saint—a Saint was there!