O, now I feel as though another sense, From heaven descending, had informed my soul; I feel the pleasurable, full control Of Grace, harmonious, boundless, and intense. In thee, celestial Group, embodied lives The subtile mystery, that speaking gives Itself resolved; the essences combined Of Motion ceaseless, Unity complete. Borne like a leaf by some soft eddying wind, Mine eyes, impelled as by enchantment sweet, From part to part with circling motion rove, Yet seem unconscious of the power to move; From line to line through endless changes run, O'er countless shapes, yet seem to gaze on One.
The poem is On The Group Of The Three Angels Before The Tent Of Abraham, By Raffaelle, In The Vatican The Sacred Scriptures/Bible for the 3 archangels
