AN ASPIRATION
I
Oh, where the immortal may with fiery heart
Become of man's own flesh a very part,
Spirit divine,
Become thou mine:
Stoop thou, that I may reach thee where thou art.
II
Thou art the Lord of all the heaven of night
Where star hands on to star the undying light.
Stoop thou to me
As to the sea
The high heaven stoops, and loves for all its might.
III
Thou art the Lord of all the heaven of morn
When the stars shudder, for the sun is born.
Yet be thou mine,
Spirit divine:
Regard not me, the sunless soul, with scorn.
IV
Thou art the Lord of all the heaven of flowers.
Say to me, “Mortal, this one rose is ours;
Ours, mine and thine.
I bade it shine
For thee,—for thee I searched a thousand bowers.”
V
Thou art the Lord of the eternal sea.
I am one wavelet,—mix thine heart with me.
Let my soul know
The mighty flow
Lord, of the waves of immortality.
