Her simple cry struck out the universe.
Did she know, from the beam in my mute eye?
Embers had caught fire, I wanted her;
She called to me ‘mid the revelers’ night;
All, awash in color, the dancing throng.
Just a pure voice, across, so far, so near.
I turned, only I, heard her piercing song.
She called my name, held her soul in my ear
Through the din of all the world’s escapade,
Like a Formel after its lost Eyas;
Passed all that ever was, infinite made,
Reverent, saintly, rapturous, pious
So clear her heart-filled note, this melody.
Was meant for ever yon, to be with me.