Not angels these; although

Their melody and flight

Subsume the world, their wings

Substantiating light.

This man whom inwardness

And gracious thought have blessed,

Possessing nothing, knows

Both ear and eye possessed.

Their being crowds against

His gates of sense: to move

Into the mind, where language

Declares the movement love,

Though love is his, not theirs.

They, living beyond reach,

Indifferent to meaning,

Are made anew in speech.