The ethers and the stars Her girdle of light,

The world's life-seas Her sandals, incarnadine,

The eternities Her soul, Her spirit. Her might.

With arms of spfendour, outstretched beyond the hours

She clasps timelessness like a child at Her breast,

Her changeless grace pours down in infinite showers'

Over the rock-seas of dark night-naked rest.

 

A height is Hers no wings can ever climb,

With a span that looks god-vastnesses in the face,

She sees the abyss of the earth, the pit of time

As the vast abode of the supernal Blaze.

The gloom, the gleam, the globe's death-errant mood

Are the vestures of Her golden plenitude.