Morning in Spring

ONE morning when I went downtown,
I felt such sunlight capsize down
That streets were glutted with more gold
Than all my heart could ever hold.
I thought a glory much like this
Must have been poured from Genesis.
I had not noticed until now
Such glittering of leaf and bough.
Not for a moment could I doubt
Telephone poles might start to sprout.
Brilliant gas stations, like bazaars,
Were jubilating with the cars.
The traffic in some triumph went
In pageant of astonishment.
And all the things in all the stores
Were like abundant metaphors.
More than the sun illumined sight;
More than the sun and more than light
Seeped on the avenue a wonder
That everything grew porous under.
Houses and people, trees and I
Replied to each, as earth to sky.
I felt all objects linked and set
As in a vast, transparent net;
I felt that everything was part
Of rapture answering my heart;
Until I knew, until I knew
I was the world I wandered through.