|
A HEAVY heart, Beloved, have
I borne
From year to year until I
saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took
the place
Of all those natural joys as
lightly worn
As the stringed pearls, each
lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at
dance-time. Hopes apace
Were changed to long
despairs, till God’s own
grace
Could scarcely lift above
the world forlorn
My heavy heart. Then thou
didst bid me bring
And let it drop adown thy
calmly great
Deep being! Fast it sinketh,
as a thing
Which its own nature doth
precipitate,
While thine doth close above
it, mediating
Betwixt the stars and the
unaccomplished fate. |
lovers-poems.com