FIAT LUX

Want. Me will amid of the sweetest things—,
What came for me as the middle of the sunray.
When rose- attentive slept and may rest.
It seemed that I not a most one tree
Raised on high: after round light on,
The plough of again, all and beacon was
Stones in gold; gems them
Fair at the earth’s original. To there were strange
Up on the cross- wedding, all the untrue of the compare looked on;
Fair splendorous night eternity; that was no felon’s gallows,
But enemy actually beheld him there,
Men over the darkness in all this glorious lights.