Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights :: :: University of Virginia Library

The Poet of Love receives divine ovation
Not only from Angel's hands while here on earth;
But all the Ages echo back, with salutations,
The Trumpet of the Skies in praises on his worth;
And all the Islands of the Sea
Of the vast immensity,

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Echo the music of the Morns,
Blown through the Corybantine Horns
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
By the great Angel of Eternity,
Thundering, Come to me! come to me!

From the inflorescence of his own high soul,
The incense of his Eden-song doth rise,
Whose golden river of pure redolence doth roll
Down the dark vistas of all time in melodies—
Echoing the Islands of the Sea
Of the vast immensity,
And the loud music of the Morns,
Blown through the Conchimarian Horns
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
By the great Angel of Eternity,
Thundering, Come to me! come to me!

With the white lightnings of his still small voice,
Deep as the thunders of the azure Silence—
He makes dumb the oracular Cymbals with their noise,
Till Beauty flourish Amaranthine on the Islands
Of all the loud tumultuous Sea
Of the vast immensity,
Echoing the music of the Morns,
Blown through the Chrysomelian Horns,
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
By the great Angel of Eternity,
Thundering, Come to me! come to me!

The three Maidens (Nornir) who dwell in one of the fair Cities of Heaven by the Spring of Urdar, under the boughs of the great tree Igdrasel, whose names are Udr, Verthandi and Skulld—Past, Present and Future. They are Liosalfar—that is, Light Alfs—and are brighter than the sun.