WAS this His coming! I had hoped to see <br /> A scene of wondrous glory, as was told <br /> Of some great God who in a rain of gold <br /> Broke open bars and fell on Danae: <br /> Or a dread vision as when Semele <br /> Sickening for love and unappeased desire <br /> Prayed to see God's clear body, and the fire <br /> Caught her white limbs and slew her utterly: <br /> With such glad dreams I sought this holy place, <br /> And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand <br /> Before this supreme mystery of Love: <br /> A kneeling girl with passionless pale face, <br /> An angel with a lily in his hand, <br /> And over both with outstretched wings the Dove.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ava-maria-plena-gratia/
