I turned to see whose voice it was that spoke to me And when I turned I saw seven standing lamps of gold And among the lamps one like a son of man robed down his feet With golden girdle round his breast The hair of his head was white as snow-white Wool and his eyes famed like fire His feet gleamed like burnished brass relined in furnance And his voice was like the sound of rushing waters In his right hand he held seven stars And out of his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword And his face shone like a sun in full strength When I saw him I fell to his feet as though dead But he laid his right hand upon me and said: "Don't be afraid, I'm the first and the last — And I am the living one for I was dead and now I am alive for evermore And I hold the keys of death and death's domain"