Within a dream I, daunted, seem Within a stream Of divine gleam. A Face effected By light reflected; By grace directed, My sight: perfected. Waking in a swoon I sang, Shaking lungs – bells that clang; Quaking to the moon, a pang Aching, from their rungs they rang. Transcendence seen in scenes cerebral, Reverence tolls In my soul's Cathedral.
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