WHEN we came out of the
wood
Was a great
light!
The night
uprisen stood
In
white.
I wondered, I looked
around
It was so
fair. The bright
Stubble upon the ground
Shone white
Like any field of snow;
Yet warm the chase
Of faint night-breaths did
go
Across my
face!
White-bodied and warm the night
was,
Sweet-scented
to hold in my throat.
White and alight the night was.
A pale stroke
smote
The pulse through the whole bland
being
Which was This
and me;
A pulse that
still went fleeing,
Yet did not flee.
After the terrible rage, the
death,
This wonder
stood glistening?
All shapes of wonder, with suspended breath,
Arrested
listening
In ecstatic reverie.
The whole, white Night!
—
With wonder, every black tree
Blossomed outright.
I saw the
transfiguration
And
the present Host.
Transubstantiation
Of the Luminous Ghost.