O HEIGHT beyond the stature of the mind,

O width outreaching finite heart's embrace,

Poised puissance on the limits of the world,

Enlighten us ; we would no more be blind.

We seek ourselves behind each comely face,

And bind the myriad detail sense-unfurled

To one bright spear-point, and therewith we trace

Swift utterance which no thought-fetters bind.

Shining lance, far above rifted woe,

Reveal to earth the ending of thy quest;

When thou to the Holy Logos shall be pressed,

The Hidden Love behind all universe

Sends ruby fire and ever-living flow,—

And night is fading, dreams of self disperse.