⁠Out of the dark sweet sleep
⁠Where no dreams laugh or weep
⁠Borne through bright gates of birth
⁠Into the dim sweet light
⁠Where day still dreams of night
⁠While heaven takes form on earth,
White rose of spirit and flesh, red lily of love,
⁠What note of song have we
⁠Fit for the birds and thee,
Fair nestling couched beneath the mother‑dove?

⁠Nay, in some more divine
⁠Small speechless song of thine