Celestial sweetness swift outstrips...

Celestial sweetness swift outstrips . . . . . . . . The light unleashed of its eclipse!— A fire of dew burns in her bosom, And steady glows through her eyes and lips.

She holds fair forms of ferns and seeds, Lichens and fruits and burnished reeds, And pours, in wake of mellow harvest, Splendors of flame on the leaves and weeds.

O give, give me my own of that Which sweeps and circles like the bat Around me as I walk in ether, O fair Divine, at whose feet I've sat!