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SONNETS
One soiled and shamed and foiled in this world's fight, / Deserter from the host of God, that here / Still darkly struggles, -- waked from death in fear, / And strove to screen his forehead from the white / And blinding glory of the awful Light, / The revelation and reproach austere. / Then with strong hand outstretched a Shape drew near, / Bright-browed, majestic, armoured like a knight.
"Great Angel, servant of the Highest, why / Stoop'st thou to me? " although his lips were mute, / His eyes inquired. The Shining One replied: / "Thy Book, thy birth, life of thy life am I, / Son of thy soul, thy youth's forgotten fruit. / We two go up to judgment side by side. "