There have been summer nights so exquisite The soul in me did pant with pain, And with its efforts vain To grasp the beauty of the infinite; When 'twixt my senses and the silent stars The world of forms was purged away, And all creation lay Intense, eternal, without bounds or bars; And all my yearning soul Reached up to, strove for, failed to grasp that Whole. 

 Ye who have felt the ache Of visible beauty burning through your brain, And vainly tried to break Through forms of beauty, Beauty to attain; Ye who have felt the weight Of much desire in a little space; God in your narrow brain, and in the face Of mortals the large lineaments of Fate; Ye who have felt the pang, Even in love's most full communion Of the soul's loneliness, which may not hang For all its love, another soul upon; 

 Draw near, draw near to me now, ye who long Above the common things, For truth approaches us on flaming wings And all life's tangle shall be straightened now, And right shall rise triumphant over wrong, And nought be great or little, weak or strong, But all Creation share in knowledge vast As in design; with neither first nor last. A moment let the waiting heart be dumb, Last silence ere the revelation come— The truth! the truth! 

 [He is struck dead. 

 THE MOTHER 

 Alas! the Wrath of God Flashing upon us from the angry skies, Ah woe! this is destruction. 

 

 THE WIFE 

 Let it be, Since low he lies, struck by a meteor, With truth upon his lips. 

 

 THE MOTHER 

 No meteor that; His father, my god-lover, struck him down. 

 

 THE WIFE 

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