Appeared before me with its wings outspread 1711 The beautiful image that in sweet fruition Made jubilant the interwoven souls; Appeared a little ruby each, wherein Ray of the sun was burning so enkindled That each into mine eyes refracted it. And what it now behoves me to retrace Nor voice has e’er reported, nor ink written, Nor was by fantasy e’er comprehended; For speak I saw, and likewise heard, the beak, And utter with its voice both I and My , When in conception it was We and Our . 1712 And it began: “Being just and merciful Am I exalted here unto that glory