As music out of silence, Craig, so came br Thy love from mystery; so, darling, now br The lilies are less radiant than thy brow, br On which my heart beholds celestial flame. br Thou art all white, my queen; there is no name br In all the lore of love for such as thou; br The moon s wan breast, the foam beneath the prow, br The cherry bloom—thou bringest them to shame! br br Thou art too fair! How shall I worship thee, br Thou sister of the dawn? How cry thy praise? br Nay! tho' I sing thro' many dusks and days br I cannot tell with words thy gift to me, br Who, ere Heaven's crystal gleamed beneath my feet, br Hast made the tale of all its bliss complete.