If mighty angels fair and tall...

If mighty angels fair and tall,

Each robed as priestly seneschal,

On altar-suns burn incense daily,

As wheel the systems to Love's sweet call,

Earth's sun is sure an altar-rose,

Abloom from dawn to day's bright close.

The mighty angel stoops above it

With pulsing wings, as it golden glows,

To fan the incense-waves through space.

When buds the light or folds its grace,

He lifts erect his glorious stature,

Kindling the sky from his ruddy face.