O thou undaunted daughter of desires!
By all thy dowr of Lights and Fires;
By all the eagle in thee, all the dove;
By all thy lives and deaths of love;
By thy large draughts of intellectual day,
And by thy thirsts of love more large than they;
By all thy brim-filled Bowles of fierce desire;
By thy last Morning's draught of Liquid Fire;
By the full Kingdom of that final kiss
That seized thy parting Soul, and sealed thee His;
By all the heaven's thou hast in Him
(Fair sister of the Seraphim!);
By all of Him we have in Thee;
Leave nothing of my Self in me.
Let me so read thy life that I
Unto all life of mine may die.