 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SONNET XXX. DE PROFUNDIS.
Out of the depths, love, have I called to thee;
Love, hear my voice; consider well, O love,
The voice of my complaint. If prayers could move
Thy heart, O love, then wouldst thou pity me.
Look thou deep down into my soul and see
The way in which I love thee; test and prove
The spirit's passion and the strength thereof.
O my beloved! through change of years to be,
Love, hear my voice; consider well, O love,
The voice of my complaint. If prayers could move
Thy heart, O love, then wouldst thou pity me.
Look thou deep down into my soul and see
The way in which I love thee; test and prove
The spirit's passion and the strength thereof.
O my beloved! through change of years to be,
My life henceforth for thee anew begins.
If I in heaven should thy rapture mar,
I 'gainst myself the gates of peace would bar;
But shouldst thou have a whim to save my soul,
Then will I strive indeed to reach the goal,
And thou shouldst me redeem from all my sins.
If I in heaven should thy rapture mar,
I 'gainst myself the gates of peace would bar;
But shouldst thou have a whim to save my soul,
Then will I strive indeed to reach the goal,
And thou shouldst me redeem from all my sins.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |