My soul is sick with longing, shak… Yea, shocked with love lost sudden… Dream-love dream-taken, swept upon… Of dreaming Truth, dreamt true, y… Dreamt Truth that is to waking Tr…

When all the stars become a memory Hid in the heart of heaven: when t… At last is resting from his weary… Sinking to glorious silence in the… Of God’s own glory: when the imme…

I’ve watched with Death a dreadfu… Nor flinched until you plucked apa… A feather from the wings of Fear— Your innocence has stabbed my hear… I took your terrible trust to keep…

Beside the golden gate there grows… Whose heavy fruit gives entrance t… Of Wonder, and the leaves thereof… Of desolation—nights of agony The buds and blossom for the fruit…

If the dread all-seeing stars, Ringed Saturn and ruddy Mars And their companions all the seven… That play before the lord of Heav… Each blossoming nebula and all

If I have you then I have everyth… In One, and that One nothing of t… Nor all compounded, and within the… Beneath the tower I wait to hear… Love breathing low above the breas…

When I am dead let not your murde… Deface with their slow dropping my… Lest your grey head grow greyer fo… And fill its echoing corridors wit… Your heart that my stone monument…

As blazes forth through clouds the… So shines your soul, and I must v… Lest it be stricken to eternal nig… By too much seeing ere my song be… And I must sing your body’s cloud…

Our lips can only stammer, yet we… High things of God. We do not hop… The splendour and the glory of his… Nor light up Heaven with our low… But we will follow thee, his hiero…

I do not know how you can shun His sight who sees himself a clod Whose blindness still outstares th… And gazes on the hidden God. I do not know how you can hate

I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his… His body gleams amid eternal snows… His tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower;

The wind rose, the sea rose A wave rose on the sea, It sang the mournful singing Of a sad centenary; It sang the song of an old man

I am the Seer: for in you I see The fair unfolding of a secret flo… The pomp and pageant of eternal po… The crown and pride of your high d… I am the Prophet: this your proph…

Her hair’s the canopy of heaven, Her eyes the pools of healing are, Her words wild prophecies whose se… Thunders resound from star to star… Her hands and feet are jewels fine

I sit and beg beside the gate, I watch and wait to see you pass, You never pass the portals old, That gate of gold like gleaming gl… Yet you have often wandered by,