Wild honey from various thyme :: :: University of Virginia Library

Thy love, O God...nay, Thou art not the end.
Thy love, but not that I may love Thee back;
Something in mine own loving that I lack
I ask Thee for: in love Thou dost transcend.
Yea, I have tasted how Thou lovest: lend
Thine incantations, for the stream flows black
Between me and my dead! Thou art not slack
To close the iron gulf that sin doth rend,
Severing Thee from the soul that Thou dost crave.
O Love, Thine arts, Thy simpleness, Thy free,
Thy fierce ways of forgetting, so the grave
And memory shall not drag on my desire!
Teach me to love Thy instant way, and then
Look not that I should turn to Thee again!