The Love a Life can show Below

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon— And smites the Tinder in the Sun— And hinders Gabriel's Wing— 'Tis this—in Music—hints and sways— And far abroad on Summer days— Distils uncertain pain— 'Tis this enamors in the East— And tints the Transit in the West With harrowing Iodine— 'Tis this—invites—appalls—endows— Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves— Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants— Then—flings in Paradise—