Shining, stinging spirits of flame to whom in the moment's meeting
Leap our souls, surprised by God in the daily commonplace,
Spirits that cleave our mortal through with swift, celestial greeting,
Angel spirits that from the throng flash out on us, face to face!

Eyes that blunt the swords of the world, where we fight under mist and glamour;
Tones that fall with a silver sound as of far, supernal chime
Melting into its harmony the cry, the curse and the clamor;
Drops of eternity upon the craving thirst of time!

Only a word, and ye go your ways, for the errand burns within you,
Votaries of the Voice that calls and speeding torches of
The Light that when the stars are drift of ashes shall continue;
Only for us to anoint your feet with the spikenard of our love.

Rosewhite, holy spirits of flame that the heart's deep chambers cherish,
Ye who fade from the sight to glow like sunrise upon the dream,
Ye whose splendor shrivels the earth ere the day it is doomed to perish,
Our souls leap up in your glance of fire to bless you, gleam to gleam.