Who is she that ascends so high, Next the Heavenly King, Round about whom Angels fly And her praises sing? Who is she that, adorned with light, Makes the sun her robe, At whose feet the queen of night Lays her changing globe? To that crown direct thine eye, Which her head attires; There thou mayst her name descry Writ in starry fires. This is she who in pure womb Heaven's Prince remained; Therefore in no earthly tomb Can she be contained. Heaven she was, which held that fire Whence the world took light, And to Heaven doth now aspire Flames with flames t'unite. |