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As one by one the veils took flight, / The day withdrew, the stars came up: / The spirit issued dark and bright, / Filling thy beauty like a cup.
Sacred thy laughter on the air, / Holy thy lightest word that fell, / Proud the innumerable hair / That waved at the enchanter's spell.
Oh Master of the Beautiful, / Creating us from hour to hour, / Give me this vision to the full / To see in lightest things thy power!
This vision give, no heaven afar, / No throne, and yet I will rejoice, / Knowing beneath my feet a star, / Thy word in every wandering voice.