Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me.

So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind which blows

From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes:

And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea

Are creatures from the deep let loose who pause in ecstasy,

Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find

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The ancient deep and fade therein, enraptured, bright and blind.

REFLECTIONS

How shallow is this mere that gleams!

Its depth of blue is from the skies;

And from a distant sun the dreams

And lovely light within your eyes.

We deem our love so infinite

Because the Lord is everywhere,

And love awakening is made bright

And bathed in that diviner air.

We go on our enchanted way

And deem our hours immortal hours,

Who are but shadow kings that play

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