A trio perfect: the man, the woman, and the babe:
     And herein all Creation. 
The two, with wonder in their eyes, from opposite worlds 
Of sex, of ancestry, pursuits, traditions, 
Each other suddenly, amazed, confronting -- 
A nameless glory each in each surmising. 
 
A frenzy as of Gods -- 
Imperial rage, flinging the goods of the world aside as dross, 
     to reach to a priceless treasure:  
He madly invasive, 
She deeply wise, and drawing farther back 
Even to the gates of Paradise as he approaches:  
Strange ecstasy of warfare!   
Seisin and ravishment of souls and bodies, 
Veils rent asunder,  
Heaven opening measureless, overhead, in splendour,  
And all life changed, transfigured!  
 
And then a calm. 
Weeks of humdrum and mortal commonplace, 
And months perchance in monotone of toil, 
But still behind it all some deep remembrance, 
Some sure reliance, 
And sweet and secret knowledge in each other. 
 
And then the Babe: 
 
A tiny perfect sea-shell on the shore 
By the waves gently laid (the awful waves!) -- 
By trembling hands received -- a folded message --  
A babe yet slumbering, with a ripple on its face 
Remindful of the ocean 
 
And two twined forms that overbend it, smiling, 
And wonder to what land Love must have journeyed, 
Who brought this back -- this word of sweetest meaning:  
Two lives made one, and visible as one.    
 
And herein all Creation.