This is the room to which she came, br And Spring itself came with her; br She stirred the fire of life to flame, br She called all music hither. br Her glance upon the lean white walls br Hung them with cloth of splendour, br And still the rose she dropped recalls br The graces that attend her. br br The same poor room, so dull and bare br Before, in consecration, br She breathed upon its common air br The true transfiguration . . .