SUMMER ECSTASY

Beside a summer day I lay down and dreamed. Light from far away Inside me gleamed, A real, true glow, Spiritually somehow. I saw the inner side Of summer, earth, and dawn. I heard the rivers glide From within. I was born To see, through mysteries, How God is everything. The motes of sun that dance Are audibly whispered. All is a sound. The sight may hear. I shed Vision of things as things. My thoughts are angels' wings. The bodies of known hours In boats unsteered and left Float, covered with silent flowers, Down my dream that is split By banks of mystery – This summer day and I. And something like a greed And yet unlike a wish, The power to have a need Which doesn't reach for needing, But dissolves again Before its sad joy turns to pain, A shadowy lightness woven Of the day and of me, Like sparkling water driven Only where we see, A gap, a pause, a dim Look over things' rim, Starts like a sudden flute Pastoral with tuneless notes Out of the unseen root Of all my being, Spreads, till I feel it not, Over my lost sense of thought. And look! I am another. My senses taste not-mine. A hand my sight does smother To a blind sight divine. I am a lost tune, a mood Of the fingertips of God. So, like a child-king crowned, I feel new with fear-pride. I am robed with sky and ground. My inmost soul's outside Is sunlit seas and lands. My dreams are seraphs' hands.