I SEE no beauty shining in the east
At dawn, nor when the glowing sun has risen,
And shot a million rays into night’s prison—
No lovely scene on which my eyes would feast.
And in the west at eve I see no light
That enters my whole being like a flash
Of bursting joy—swift sky rent ere the crash
Of kissing clouds acclaim their passion’s might.
My eyes have seen the marvel of the world,
All joys transfigured into mighty bliss—
The great creative moment, sight divine,
When earth, and sky, and sea, were torn and hurled
Apart, to yield her soul’s ecstatic kiss,
Which shed all beauty ’neath one glance of mine.