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Was this His coming!  I had hoped to see

   A scene of wondrous glory, as was told

   Of some great God who in a rain of gold

Broke open bars and fell on Danae:

Or a dread vision as when Semele

   Sickening for love and unappeased desire

   Prayed to see God’s clear body, and the fire

Caught her brown limbs and slew her utterly:

With such glad dreams I sought this holy place,

   And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand

   Before this supreme mystery of Love:

Some kneeling girl with passionless pale face,

   An angel with a lily in his hand,