Miraculous Light

Where yesterday never was, and tomorrow is today
In the blind and unlit world,
The summer fly gropes, and asks, what is love?
The shadows close my eyes and sigh

                No answer.

From the sepulchre a miraculous light -
Pass it on! From hand to hand!
And the blind hand will see,
And the dead eye will quicken in continuous light.

                This is love.