Oh Soul! that this fair flower dost so mirrour, <br />Ask of thyself, saying-'Soul beautiful, <br />Oh Soul-in-love, oh happy, happy Soul, <br />That wert so dull and poor, and this sweet hour <br />Art so more floral even than a flower, <br />That in thee it is better'd to a full, <br />Whereto each former rose is poor and dull, <br />Ah, what doth thus enlarge thee and empower, <br />That thou who, at thy most, wert a priesthood, <br />A vassal strength, a bliss feudàtory, <br />Hast grown a final joy, an absolute good, <br />A god that, for being god, believest in God <br />The more?' Thou canst not clear this mystery, <br />Ah happy, happy soul, whose fruit of life is nigh.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-beauty-ii-to-the-same/
