Classic Poem

Jesus, my Light,
How, when it comes through darkness I love light,
Mysterious air's adornment, white
Chrysolite of the water, striking free,
And beamingly
Through the dull currents of the stream at dawn
Beam after beam
From the suspended jewel drawn;
While swans go by,
Swans through the jewel pass, go by,
Ponder and go along
Through gem-strokes strong,
O perfect sight
Of entire chrysolite!