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LOVE UNRETURNED
My soul, where is the fruit of lifelong pain
To render to the husbandmen above?
Thou hast been watered by my tears of love
For that pure spirit whose serene disdain
Pierced like a ploughshare thro' thee, leaving plain
Forgotten depths wind-sown, whereout I strove
Unceasingly to gather what might prove,
In time of harvest, tares instead of grain.
To render to the husbandmen above?
Thou hast been watered by my tears of love
For that pure spirit whose serene disdain
Pierced like a ploughshare thro' thee, leaving plain
Forgotten depths wind-sown, whereout I strove
Unceasingly to gather what might prove,
In time of harvest, tares instead of grain.
‘Alas!’ my soul said, ‘had but Love passed by
And cast into the furrows, as he went
Sowing beside all waters in the spring,
Methinks I had borne fruit abundantly
For God to garner, as He sits intent
Above the angels at their winnowing.’
And cast into the furrows, as he went
Sowing beside all waters in the spring,
Methinks I had borne fruit abundantly
For God to garner, as He sits intent
Above the angels at their winnowing.’
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