Oh, to shut out the world!
All day, this day,
Like long black banners, blank, unfurled,
That shift and sway.
The thoughts of mortals have been blown
Against my soul all day, this day.
And now my books—so sweet—
Like mighty wings
Lift me where earth and heaven meet;
And Michael sings,
In a God-anthem fair and strong;
For Truth's thoughts are the only things.
And now my thoughts up-wing,
Rising higher.
Past the gates where cherubs sing
In heavenly choir,
To Gabriel's gaze that fronts to God,
And His own perfect Love entire.
