The poem
HOW shallow is this mere that gleams! Its depth of blue is from the skies, And from a distant sun the dreams And lovely light within your eyes.
We deem our love so infinite Because the Lord is everywhere, And love awakening is made bright And bathed in that diviner air.
We go on our enchanted way And deem our hours immortal hours, Who are but shadow kings that play With mirrored majesties and powers.