I have no heart for harvest- By day she woos me, soft, exceed thee; ing fair: But all night as the moon SO changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy, And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety : But thro' the night a beast she grins at me, A very monster void of love and prayer. Can give thee robes made clean By day she stands a lie: by night she stands In all the naked horror of the truth, With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands. Is this a friend indeed, that I should sell My soul to her, give her my life and youth, Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell? 27 June 1854. UNFORGOTTEN O UNFORGOTTEN ! How long ago? one spirit saith. ZION SAID O SLAIN for love of me, canst Thou be cold, Be cold and far away in my distress? Is Thy love also changed, growing less and less, That carried me through all the days of old? O Slain for love of me, O Love untold, See how I flag and fail through weariness: I flag, while sleepless foes dog me and press On me behold, O Lord, O Love, behold! I am sick for home, the home of love indeed I am sick for Love, that dearest Thy touch it was, Love's Pelican, Transformed him from above, And made him amongst men the man To show forth holy love. Yet shall I envy blessed John? Nay not so verily, While Thou indwellest as Thine own My frail humanity; Me, Lord, Thy temple consecrate, Me unto Thee alone; Within my heart set up Thy state And mount Thy throne: The Seraphim in ecstasy Fall prone around Thy house, For which of them hath tasted Thee, My Manna and my Spouse? Now Thou dost wear me for a robe And sway and warm me through, I scarce seem lesser than the globe, Thy temple too. O God, who dwellest in my heart, Hath not encompassed Thee. I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS I AM pale with sick desire, For my heart is far away A world of tedious ills On the everlasting hills. |