O JOY of creation,
To be!
O rapture, to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love–the one
Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands
All alone,
With the power in his hands
Not o’erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space
All my own!
It is he–O my love!
So bold!
It is I–all thy love
Foretold!
It is I–O love, what bliss!
Dost thou answer to my kiss?
O sweetheart! what is this
Lieth there so cold?
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calmly-we-walk-through-this-april-s-day/ – a Jew or no Jew, the poem is brilliant.
A minor quibble:
I would say that numbers are the measure of ‘all distances’ rather than their cause, like he did.