The Truth's Superb Surprise Is Too Bright for Our Infirm Enchantment

The poem hangs perfectly in the balance between a secular ballad and a churchy hymn. The meter lands this stress at the end of these lines, which is precisely what she says you ought to do,. She's making things circuitous. And it forces us to pause on that word lies. It should read the truth's superb surprise is too bright for our infirm delight.