The scarlet arch of evening fills...
The scarlet arch of evening fills
Heights o'er the vapor-laden hills
With brilliant samite robes that flutter
Something beneath that my spirit thrills.
O Infinite, and Whom I bless!
Glow of embodied perfectness!
O Sea of supersensuous Being,
Whose tides the unutterable express!
( This, this it was that Plato saw
On back of Heaven! ) — Let self withdraw
From this o'ermastering light and splendor,
These rolling waves of a trembling awe!