 | Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson |  |
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FROM ST. JOHN OF THE CROSS
The night, the mystic night, was dense,
The night which love knows;
Felicity!
I sallied forth invisibly,
My house in repose.
I farèd forth, my house of sense
Sunk in repose.
The night which love knows;
Felicity!
I sallied forth invisibly,
My house in repose.
I farèd forth, my house of sense
Sunk in repose.
In happy, happy night apart,
(Secret, seen of none)
Naught save myself discerned;
No light burned
Tutelar, except the one
Torch of my uplifted heart.
(Secret, seen of none)
Naught save myself discerned;
No light burned
Tutelar, except the one
Torch of my uplifted heart.
| Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson | |