I would I were just come awake,
A child outbursting from night’s dusky brake!
Or lark whose inward, upward fate
Mocks every wall that masks the heavenly gate!
Or hopeful cock whose clarion clear
Shrills ten times ere a film of dawn appear!
Or but a glowworm: even then
My light would come straight from the Light of Men!
I am a dead seed, dark and slow:
Father of larks and children, make me grow.
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The silence of traitorous feet!
The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!And the shot through the true heart going,The truest heart of the age!And the Nile serenely flowing!Carnage and curses and cries!He utters never a word;Still as a child he lies;The wind of the desert is blowingAcross the dead man of the Lord;And the Nile is softly flowing.But the song is…
Satan, avaunt!
Thou canst not daunt,Thou hast no power;Be welcome to thy nest,Though it be in my breast.Burrow amain;Dig like a mole;Fill every veinWith half-burnt coal;Puff the keen dust about,And all to choke me out.Fill music’s waysWith creaking cries,That no loud praiseMay climb the skies;And on my labouring chestLay mountains of unrest.My slumber steepIn dreams of haste,That…
When peevish flaws his soul have stirred
Obedient to his mother’s wordMy child to banishment retires.As disappears the moon, when windHeaps miles of mist her visage o’er,So vanisheth his face behindThe cloud of his white pinafore.I cannot then come near my child-A gulf between of gainful loss;He to the infinite exiled-I waiting, for I cannot cross.Ah then, what wonder, passing show,The Isis-veil…
Lord Jesus,
Of Self that oppresses,Annoys and distressesBody and brainWith dull pain!Thou never,Since ever,Save one moment only,Wast left, or wast lonely:We are alone,And make moan.Far parted,Dull-hearted,We wander, sleep-walking,Mere shadows, dim-stalking:Orphans we roam,Far from home.Oh new man,Sole human,God’s son, and our brother,Give each to the other-No one left outIn cold doubt!High Father,Oh gatherThy sons and thy daughters,Through fires…
When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver,
Ask thy heart, nor show it favour,Is the gift or giver dearer?Love, love on; love higher, deeper;Let love’s ocean close above her;Only, love thou more love’s keeper,More, the love-creating lover.
Lord, according to thy words,
And I find their life good,And better the better understood:Sowing neither corn nor wheatThey have all that they can eat;Reaping no more than they sowThey have more than they could stow;Having neither barn nor store,Hungry again, they eat more.Considering, I see too that theyHave a busy life, and plenty of play;In the earth they dig…