After grey vigils, sunshine in the heart; After long fasting on the journey, food; After sharp thirst, a draught of perfect good To flood the soul, and heal her ancient smart. Joy of my sorrow, never can we part; Thou broodest o'er me in the haunted wood, And with new music fill'st the solitude By but so sweetly being what thou art. He who hath made thee perfect, makes me blest. O fiery minister, on mighty wings Bear me, great love, to mine eternal rest. Heaven it is to be at peace with things; Come chaos now, and in a whirlwind's rings Engulf the planets. I have seen the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING CHAMPAGNE, 1914-1915 by ALAN SEEGER THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |