The Transfiguration by Robert Herrick

Immortal clothing I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.

Thou, thou art here, to human sight
Clothed all with incorrupted light;
–But yet how more admir’dly bright

Wilt thou appear, when thou art set
In thy refulgent thronelet,
That shin’st thus in thy counterfeit!