Lo! from quiet skies <br />In through the window my Lord the Sun! <br />And my eyes <br />Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold, <br />The golden glory that drowned and crowned me <br />Eddied and swayed through the room . . . <br /> Around me, <br />To left and to right, <br />Hunched figures and old, <br />Dull blear-eyed scribbling fools, grew fair, <br />Ringed round and haloed with holy light. <br />Flame lit on their hair, <br />And their burning eyes grew young and wise, <br />Each as a God, or King of kings, <br />White-robed and bright <br />(Still scribbling all); <br />And a full tumultuous murmur of wings <br />Grew through the hall; <br />And I knew the white undying Fire, <br />And, through open portals, <br />Gyre on gyre, <br />Archangels and angels, adoring, bowing, <br />And a Face unshaded . . . <br />Till the light faded; <br />And they were but fools again, fools unknowing, <br />Still scribbling, blear-eyed and stolid immortals.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-examination/
