All that I dream
     By day or night
Lives in that stream
     Of lovely light.
Here is the earth,
     And there is the spire;
This is my hearth,
     And that is my fire.
From the sun’s dome
     I am shouted proof
That this is my home,
     And that is my roof.
Here is my food,
     And here is my drink,
And I am wooed
     From the moon’s brink.
And the days go over,
     And the nights end;
Here is my lover,
     Here is my friend.
All that I
     Could ever ask
Wears that sky
     Like a thin gold mask.