I
Thy splendour-lighted face before mine eyes
Shines like a flaming sunset evermore;
Thee only I behold on the earth’s floor,
Thee only I behold within the skies;
Thy coming on is like a conqueror,
Before thy footsteps the world’s glory dies,
Within mine ears thy voice doth ever rise
Like a loud ocean beating on the shore.
Thou art made kindred with eternity,
Daughter of glory, daughter of consolations;
Thy face is set above the constellations;
Of Death! O love! be I made one with thee,
That on thy holy lips and in thy love
The world may perish and the light thereof!