I saw my life as whitest flame

light-leaping in a crystal sky,

and virgin colour where it came

pass’d to its heart, in love to die.

It wrapped the world in tender harm

rose-flower’d with one ecstatic pang:

God walk’d amid the hush’d alarm,

and all the trembling region rang

music, whose silver veils dispart

around the carven silences

Memnonian in the hidden heart —

now blithe, effulgurant majesties.