NANCY
How softly in tender time
You come unto me and consecrate
The alter of my soul with dream and delight.
Shining star!
You summon the heavens to robe us
In splendor and the stars to kneel
In admiration.
What holy beauty have we beheld
With our questing hearts,
Or embracing the Infinite,
Our soaring free in immortal space
Far from the blind herd’s disdain.
O Love!
Enfold these kisses in your quick running wings
And give your ancient blessing to the mighty song
The soul would dare to sing.