"Life of Life! thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light! thy lips are burning Thro' the vest which seems to hide them; As the radiant lines of morning Thro' the clouds ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest."