Lo! Thou hast granted us for Thee a name, br But never, Lord, shall there be a name for this br The storm and sacrament of love’s abyss; br Nor shall the mind conceive nor man’s tongue frame br Nor Music in her farthest flight proclaim br The tale of that intolerable bliss br When breathless lips meet in the final kiss, br And mouth on mouth melts to incarnate flame. br br When, lest the astounding racks of bliss destroy br The body with its ecstasy alive,— br The maddened flesh grown infinite with joy, br Peace sends her Lethe to the reeling brain, br Ere the inexorable flame revive br And Love that slew sound trumpets o’er the slain.