Chapter XLIX

But God forbid that I should dare
Discover, what I next saw there:
Or tell the music, or the word,
That from immortal tongues I heard.
I saw, but oh I must not tell,
The vision was unspeakable!
Millions on millions, bright to see,
All crowding through Immensity:
Myriads on myriads, far away,
To keep the worship of that day,
That stood in serried, close array,
And bent, and sway’d them, to the breeze
Of soul-controlling harmonies;
As if the heavenly fields were sown
With wavy light, to harvest grown.