IN THE AIR

Bend in your singing, gracious potencies,

Bend low above your ivory bows and gold!

That which ye know but dimly hath been wrought

High in the luminous courts and azure ways:

Bend in your praise;

For though your subtle thought

Sees but in part the source of mysteries,

Yet are ye bidden in your songs, sing this:

"Gloria! gloria in excelsis

Pax in terra nunc natast."

Shepherds and kings, with lambs and frankincense

Go and atone for mankind's ignorance:

Make ye soft savour from your ruddy myrrh.

Lo, how God's son is turned God's almoner.

Give ye this little

Ere he give ye all.

ON EARTH

How the deep-voicèd night turns councillor!

And how, for end, our starry meditations

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