the Love that moves the sun and stars.

As the geometer intently seeks
to square the circle, but he cannot reach,
through thought on thought, the principle he needs,


so I searched that strange sight: I wished to see
the way in which Our Human Effigy
suited the circle and found place in it—


and my own wings were far too weak for that.
But then my mind was struck by light that flashed
and, with this light, received what it had asked.


Here force failed my high fantasy; but my
desire and will were moved already—like
a wheel revolving uniformly—by