I Saw the Seraphim

I saw the Seraphim one summer’s night

Reaping it seemed a field of endless wheat.

I heard their voices through the fading light

Wild, strange and yet intolerably sweet.

The hour such beauty first was born on earth

A dawn of sifting had that day begun

For some would not endure love’s second birth

Preferring their own darkness to that sun.

And still love’s sun must rise upon our night

For nothing can be hidden from its heat

And in that summer evening’s fading light

I saw his angels gather in the wheat.

Like beaten gold their beauty smote the air

And tongues of flame were streaming in their hair.