09.08.2014, 13:56
THE ONE HOPE
SINCE all my hope is still to meet her there
In the clear light of inward heaven, that shines
So closely focussed it at once divines
Our secret thoughts if they be clean and fair,
Or full of choking horrors, like the lair
In which some beast on shreds of carrion dines,
Then stretches prone in reek of moulted hair,
And hunts in visions till he heaves and whines ;
Since this is all my hope, and since I would
Be at her feet received as at a shrine,
Let every thought, and every wish of mine,
And each desire that ripples through my blood,
Be henceforth pure, and tender and divine
As those white crowns that feed the mountain flood.
SINCE all my hope is still to meet her there
In the clear light of inward heaven, that shines
So closely focussed it at once divines
Our secret thoughts if they be clean and fair,
Or full of choking horrors, like the lair
In which some beast on shreds of carrion dines,
Then stretches prone in reek of moulted hair,
And hunts in visions till he heaves and whines ;
Since this is all my hope, and since I would
Be at her feet received as at a shrine,
Let every thought, and every wish of mine,
And each desire that ripples through my blood,
Be henceforth pure, and tender and divine
As those white crowns that feed the mountain flood.