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SONNET XX. “IT IS GOD WE NEED.”
Thou needest God.—Yes, he can conquer death
For thee, and open the eternal gates.
For more than man's love thy sweet spirit waits
And for far more than the one small rose-wreath
That love can give thee. When love's mortal breath
Flags, thou dost need the breath that renovates
The laughing flowers when night's cold dark abates
And when the linnet sings upon the heath.
For thee, and open the eternal gates.
For more than man's love thy sweet spirit waits
And for far more than the one small rose-wreath
That love can give thee. When love's mortal breath
Flags, thou dost need the breath that renovates
The laughing flowers when night's cold dark abates
And when the linnet sings upon the heath.
Yes, woman needeth God. I know it well.
Because I know that I have not the whole
Eternal force to satisfy thy soul
I love thee more than I can ever tell.—
Woman needs man. Man needeth her. And each
Needs God's heart,—smiling ever out of reach.
Because I know that I have not the whole
Eternal force to satisfy thy soul
I love thee more than I can ever tell.—
Woman needs man. Man needeth her. And each
Needs God's heart,—smiling ever out of reach.
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