White dawn, that tak'st the heaven with sweet surprise <br />of amorous artifice, <br />art thou the bearer of my perfect hour <br />divine, untrod, <br />from some forgotten window of Paradise <br />by mighty winds of God <br />blown down the world, before my haunted eyes <br />at length to flower? <br />Nay, virgin dawn, yet art thou all too known, <br />too crowded light <br />to take my boundless hour of flaming peace: <br />thou common dayspring cease; <br />and be there only night, the only night, <br />more than all other lone: <br />be the sole secret world <br />one rose unfurl'd, <br />and nought disturb its blossom'd peace intense, <br />that fills the living deep beyond all dreams of sense <br />enmesh'd in errorous multiplicity: <br />— let be <br />nought but her coming there: <br />what else were fair? <br />It asks no golden web, no censer-fire <br />to tell the dense incarnate mystery <br />where one delight is wed with one desire. <br />No leaves bestrow <br />that passage to the rose of all fulfill'd delight; <br />no silver trumpets blow <br />majestic rite, <br />but silence that is sigh'd from faery lands, <br />or wraps the feet of Beauty where she treads <br />dim fields of fading stars, <br />be round our meeting heads, <br />and seeking hands: <br />draw near, ye heavens, and be our chamber-bars; <br />and thou, maternal heart of holy night, <br />close watch, what hush'd and sacramental tide <br />a soul goes forth wide-eyed, <br />to meet the archangel-sword of loneliest delight<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-dawn-that-tak-st-the-heaven-with-sweet-surprise/
