A castle stands neath western skies
Gold shields its roof have studded;
The evening sun behind it dies
Midst cloud banks so newly ruddied.
That castle by no hand is wrought:
Perfectly though its gilded;
Its gate soars up to heavens court;
Our Lord Himself did once built it.
From thousand turrets sparkles gold,
Amber its gate is gleaming;
The sea reflects its walls of old,
With pillars of suns rays teeming.
Gods sun into its castle crowds,
Purple raiment inflaming,
On battlements in rosy clouds
Lights banners glory proclaiming.
Suns angel waves the flag of light,
Sets off for distant quarters;
Life, light and day him follow right
Behind nights loud foaming waters.
And like the sun life seeks the coast
Full of transfiguration
Where sun the east once more will host
With paradise as its station.
