‘Twas down the street one gloomy night,
A lovely chill of air;
When near my eyes I saw some sight,
Right then I was aware.
A seabird swooped (I can’t deny)
Above my head (so fair!) ,
And as I gazed right through the sky,
Astonished I was there.
I stared up into holy bounds;
Their gates were opened [high]:
A land of havens, safe and sound,
Tucked just behind the sky.
Just out of holy scripts and books,
A scene so fresh and clear;
I could not shake off it my looks,
And thought: “It’s near – it’s here.”
Before my eyes lay an array
Of clouds blue and maroon,
And through that bright night shot a ray,
Right from the hidden moon.
And those deep clouds of darkened tones,
Were dark as night could be;
Like silhoüettes of heavy drones