All that I dream
—By day or night
Lives in that stream
—Of lovely light.
Here is the earth,
—And there is the spire;
This is my hearth,
—And that is my fire.
From the sun's dome
—I am shouted proof
That this is my home,
—And that is my roof.
Here is my food,
—And here is my drink,
And I am wooed
—From the moon's brink.
And the days go over,
—And the nights end;
Here is my lover,
—Here is my friend.
All that I
—Could ever ask
Wears that sky
—Like a thin gold mask.