I, trusting that the truly sweet Would still be sweetly found the true, Sang, darkling, taught by the heavenly heat, Songs which were wiser than i knew. To the unintelligible dream That melted like a gliding star, I said; 'We part to meet, fair Gleam! You are eternal, for you are; To Love's strange riddle, fiery writ, In flesh and spirit of all create, Mocker; I said, 'of mortal wit, Me you shall not mock, I can't wait. BY (COVENTRY PATMORE)