Divine Sight

Divine Sight

Each sight is now immortal with Thy bliss:
    My soul through the rapt eyes has come to see;
A veil is rent and they no more can miss
    The miracle of Thy world-epiphany.

Into an ecstasy of vision caught
    Each natural object is of Thee a part,
A rapture-symbol from Thy substance wrought,
    A poem shaped in Beauty's living heart,

A master-work of colour and design,
    A mighty sweetness borne on grandeur's wings;
A burdened wonder of significant line
    Reveals itself in even commonest things.

All forms are Thy dream-dialect of delight,
O Absolute, O vivid Infinite.