WHAT heart could have thought you ?-

Past our devisai

(O filigree petal !)

Fashioned so purely,

Fragilely, surely,

From what Paradisal

Imagineless metal,

Too costly for cost ?

Who hammered you, wrought you,

From argentine vapour ?-

" God was my shaper.

Passing surmisal,

He hammered, He wrought me,

From curled silver vapour,

To lust of His mind :-

Thou could'st not have thought me !

So purely, so palely,

Tinily, surely,

Mightily, frailly,

Insculped and embossed,

With His hammer of wind,

And His graver of frost."