The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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VII.
BEHIND
Behind it all—the anger and the flame
That leapt upon thee—there is, couldst thou see,
The loving inner changeless soul of me,
Unshaken,—clear for ever in its aim.
I love thee,—and so I hate eternally
Each smallness foreign to thy nature true:
Just as I welcome every blossom new
Of thought or heart; each growth of being's tree.
That leapt upon thee—there is, couldst thou see,
The loving inner changeless soul of me,
Unshaken,—clear for ever in its aim.
I love thee,—and so I hate eternally
Each smallness foreign to thy nature true:
Just as I welcome every blossom new
Of thought or heart; each growth of being's tree.
Behind it all,—O thou whom I adore
Enough to “crucify”—as thou didst say,—
There is the love that changes never more;
The soul of yearning thou canst never slay:—
Strength that would help thee; prayer that intercedes;
Sweet love that tarries patient: love that bleeds.
Enough to “crucify”—as thou didst say,—
There is the love that changes never more;
The soul of yearning thou canst never slay:—
Strength that would help thee; prayer that intercedes;
Sweet love that tarries patient: love that bleeds.
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