O Thou to whom the musical white spring

offers her lily inextinguishable, 
taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling  

Implacable death's mysteriously sable
robe from her redolent shoulders, 
		Thou from whose 
feet reincarnate song suddenly leaping 
flameflung, mounts,inimitably to lose 
herself where the wet stars softly are keeping  

their exquisite dreams -- O Love! upon thy dim 
shrine of intangible commemoration, 
(from whose faint close as some grave languorous hymn  

pledged to illimitable dissipation 
unhurried clouds of incense fleetly roll)  

i spill my bright incalculable soul.