25.12.2007, 18:48
AN APPREHENSION.
IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
Concentrated in one heart their gentleness,
That still grew gentler, till its pulse was less
For life than pity,--I should yet be slow
To bring my own heart nakedly below
The palm of such a friend, that he should press
Motive, condition, means, appliances,
My false ideal joy and fickle woe,
Out full to light and knowledge. I should fear
Some plait between the brows--some rougher chime
In the free voice . . . O angels, let your flood
Of bitter scorn dash on me! Do ye hear
What I say, who bear calmly all the time
This everlasting face-to-face with GOD?
IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
Concentrated in one heart their gentleness,
That still grew gentler, till its pulse was less
For life than pity,--I should yet be slow
To bring my own heart nakedly below
The palm of such a friend, that he should press
Motive, condition, means, appliances,
My false ideal joy and fickle woe,
Out full to light and knowledge. I should fear
Some plait between the brows--some rougher chime
In the free voice . . . O angels, let your flood
Of bitter scorn dash on me! Do ye hear
What I say, who bear calmly all the time
This everlasting face-to-face with GOD?