A light is cast about thy sunny face.
My heart erupts at what thy sight imbues.
Thy mind abounds! It sees a blighted space
And transforms it into unending hues.
The theatre is blest by thine auspice.
A cyclorama shaped to shine so bright.
Thy shades of blue reflect upon the ice
Of God’s fair world. How pure this glorious sight.
Though light alone nil keeps thy full beauty.
Bright sun, be extinguished. All darkened, rays,
Until our earths forgotten memory
Erases all of man’s performed plays.
You shall be always marked upon my heart.
For I have gazed upon thy wondrous art.
Read Moore 