Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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COVENANT
What is there now betwixt my God and me?Where is the bond? I do not reach the rim
Of the dark light beyond the seraphim,
Though I have breathed there in simplicity,
Breathing and taking breath of love as free
As the clean flames He feeds that leap to Him:
I am afar, far off; the earth is grim,
Graves in the grass and winter on the tree.
Yet there is this—He has the dead in sight,
Bosoms their sorrows; He is where their eyes
Open and smile and weep; He knows their plight
Mortal and lonely, dimples their new skies,
Makes soft their spring; then turns on me to shed
The glory, the refreshing of my Dead.
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