Transubstantiation

I

A sunbeam and a drop of dew
Lay on a red rose in the South:
God took the three and made her mouth,
Her sweet, small mouth,
So red of hue,--
The burning baptism of His kiss
Still fills my heart with heavenly bliss.

II

A dream of truth and love come true
Slept on a star in daybreak skies:
God mingled these and made her eyes,
Her dear, clear eyes,
So gray of hue,--
The high communion of His gaze
Still fills my soul with deep amaze.