A shape, like folded light, embodied air, Yet wreathed with flesh, and warm; All that of Heaven is feminine and fair, Moulded in visible form. She stood, the Lady Shechinah of Earth, A chancel for the sky; Where woke, to breath and beauty, God's own birth, For men to see Him by. Round her, too pure to mingle with the day, Light, that was Life, abode; Folded within her fibres meekly lay The link of boundless God. So linked, so blent, that when, with pulse fulfilled, Moved but that infant Hand, Far, far away, His conscious Godhead thrilled, And stars might understand. Lo! where they pause, with intergathering rest, The Threefold and the One! And lo! He binds them to her orient breast, His Manhood girded on. The Zone, where two glad worlds forever meet, Beneath that bosom ran: Deep in that womb, the conquering Paraclete Smote Godhead on to man! Sole scene among the stars, where, yearning, glide The Threefold and The One: Her God upon her lap, the Virgin-Bride, Her awful Child: her Son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE BERG (A DREAM) by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |