Most Comfortable Light, Light Of The Small Lamp Burning Up The Night, With Dawn Enleagued Against The Beaten Dark; Pure Golden Perfect Spark; Or Sudden Wind-Bright Flame, That But The Strong-Handed Wind Can Urge Or Tame; Chill Loveliest Light The Kneeling Clouds Between, Silverly Serene; Comfort Of Happy Light, That Mouse-Like Leaps Amid Brown Leaves, Cheating Sight; Clear Naked Stars, Burning With Swift Intense Earthward Intelligence;-- Sensitive, Single Points In The Dark Inane That Purely Tingle With Eager Fire, Pouring Night'S Circles Through Their Living Blue; Dark Light Still Waters Hold; Broad Silver Moonpath Trodden Into Gold: Candle-Flame Glittering Through The Traveller'S Night-- Most Comfortable Light.... And Lovelier, The Eye Where Light From Darkness Shines Unfathomably, Light Secret, Clear, Shallow, Profound, Known, Strange, Constant Alone In Change:-- Not That Wild Light That Turns Hunted From Dying Eyes When The Last Fire Burns; O, Not That Bitter Light Of Wounded Things, When Bony Anguish Springs Sudden, Intolerable; Nor Light Of Mad Eyes Gleaming Up From Hell.... Come Not Again, Wild Light! Shine Not Again, Hill-Flare Of Pain! But Thou, Most Holy Light.... Not The Noon Blaze That Stings, Too Fiercely Bright, Not That Unwinking Stare Of Shameless Day; But Thou, The Gray, Nun-Like And Silent, Still, Fine-Breathed On Many An Eastern Bare Green Hill; Keen Light Of Gray Eyes, Cool Rain, And Stern Spears; Sad Light, But Not To Tears:-- --O, Comfort Thou Of Eyes Watching Expectant From Chill Northern Skies, Excellent Joy For Lids Heavy With Night-- Strange With Delight!