In lotus-groves Thy spirit roves: where shall I find a seat for Thee?

To Thy feet’s tread – feet dawn-rose red – opening, my heart Thy throne shall be.

All things unlovely hurt Thy soul:

I would become a stainless whole:

O World’s delight! All-beauty’s might! unmoving house Thy grace in me.

An arid heart Thou canst not bear:

It is Thy will love’s bonds to wear:

Then by Thy sweetness’ magic completeness make me Thy love’s eternal sea.