The North Transept: The Psalms XXI

For Truth beside that crystal sea doth stand,
Spher'd in her own bright radiance, like a shrine,
And holds a mystic lamp in her right-hand,
Fill'd with the light of Poesy divine ;
And wheresoe'er she doth that light incline,
Something celestial shines on us awhile,
And we with yearnings of lost Eden pine ;
Man's heart its fulness labouring to beguile,
Unburden'd of itself doth to her music smile.