They pass before me, these Eyes full of light
Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise
The holy brothers pass before my sight
And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.
They keep me from all sin and error grave
They set me in the path whence Beauty came.
They are my servants, and I am their slave
And all my soul obeys
They are my servants, and I am their slave
The living flame.
Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon. The sun...
...dims not your flame phantastical
You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done
Marching you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn
Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim.