When faint sweet smells
Impinge upon my senses,
And beauty dawns upon
Nature’s soft caresses,
To caress my soul
Into a numbed happiness
Of knowing that my all
Is One with sedentary bliss.

But bliss beyond this nature
Is of what I want to know,
That beauteous nature’s awakenings
May arouse my Love to flow
From my caressed Soul,
And happiness numbed of Earth,
And all of Earth’s misgivings;
Oh! I long for another birth!

A birth into the world of death
Where faint sweet smells
No longer are on any breath:
Where beauty’s appreciation’s inspired
By far more than the worldly sense.
My newborn being in Light attired,
Which from within does shine;
And illuminated by this living fire,
All beauty may be seen.