You unseen lightning, flash of light in darkness, heart-filling strength, an Essence inconceivable. Something divine dwells in my spirit, stirring and moving me: I feel a rare light. The soul, of its own self, is not such a worthy light. It was a Wonder-wind, a Spirit, a Creator, Eternal Strength-giving Breath, the Utmost Being that kindled in me Heaven's flaming light. You glance of flashing colors, you radiant splendour! You shimmer to and fro, mysteriously clear— the Spirit's dove-flights gleaming in the Sun's pure truth. The God-stirred pool, though cloudy, is yet clear! The Spirit-Sun first shines upon the moon which turns and sheds clear light upon the earth.
Click here to see this sonnet in the original German.