It was Thy day, sweet! and did rise / Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.

Eyes, that displaces The neighbor diamond, and out-faces That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

O thou undaunted daughter of desires! / By all thy dower of lights and fires; / By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; / By all thy lives and deaths of love; / By thy large draughts of intellectual day.

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.