My rapt eyes grow more eager now, 
God smites within the host, 
White fires illuminate my brow 
Lit of the Holy Ghost ; 
I see the angel figures bow 
On heaven’s silent coast. 
 
Eternity, a wheel of light, 
And Time, a fleece of snow, 
I saw, and deep beyond the night, 
The steady mystic glow 
Of that lamp’s flame unearthly bright 
That watches Earth below. 
 
Long avenues of sleepy trees 
And bowers arched with love, 
And kisses woven for a breeze, 
And lips that scarcely move, 
Save as long ripples on the seas, 
That murmur like a dove. 
 
I saw the burning lips of God 
Set fast on Mary’s face, 
 
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