Lo! What mortal eye hath not seen nor ear heard -
All sorrow finished - the deep, deep ocean of joy
opening within - the surface sparkling.
The myriad-formed disclosed, each one and all, all things
that are, transfigured -
Being filled with joy, hardly touching the ground, reaching
cross-shaped with outstretched arms to the stars,
along the mountains and the forests, habitation of
innumerable creatures, singing joy unending -
As the sun on a dull morning breaking through the clouds -
so from behind the sun another sun, from within the
body another body - these shattered falling -
Lo! now at last or yet awhile in due time to behold that
which ye have so long sought -
O eyes, no wonder you are intent.
- Edward Carpenter, from Towards Democracy
