Hugh J. Evans - The Veld lyrics

From sky to sky the veld, vast, tawny, bare, Surrounds me like a vision in a dream, Mysterious and unreal: no flower or stream, No friendly smoke or stack is anywhere; E'en God's own living creatures are not there,-- No bird, no bough whereon to perch, no theme Whereof to sing; to me there only seem The sun, sky, veld, the light immaculate air.-- Whose great majestic archicraft did raise This blue-domed temple without priest or psalm, Without a tone of all the diapase, With unascending incense without balm, Without a worshipper in prayer or praise, Mute with an incommunicable calm?