The Prophet saw a Woman in the Sun
Clothed with his brightness: yet perhaps, the light
Was more than garment, more than throne, or site
Of city of the saints whose race is run.
It may be, that the great effulgent One,
Above all stars and planets, on a height
Of glory fixed for ever, yields delight
To countless souls that have perfection won;
And in its fire absorbs their sacred flame,
And in itself agglomerates their powers,
And, o'er the vast expanse of nature's frame,
Diffuses soul-light with the rolling hours,
Quickening whatever owns a life, or name,
The man, the beast, the bird, the fish, the flowers.