O Thou to whom the musical white spring

O Thou to whom the musical white spring

offers her lily inextinguishable,

taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling

Implacable death's mysteriously sable

robe from her redolent shoulders,

Thou from whose

feet reincarnate song suddenly leaping

flameflung, mounts, inimitably to lose

herself where the wet stars softly are keeping

their exquisite dreams -- O Love! upon thy dim

shrine of intangible commemoration,

(from whose faint close as some grave languorous hymn

pledged to illimitable dissipation

unhurried clouds of incense fleetly roll)

i spill my bright incalculable soul.