Michael Villiers, Idealist And Other Poems. By E. H. Hickey |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
DE PROFUNDIS
|
 | Michael Villiers, Idealist |  |
178
DE PROFUNDIS
God my Father, and dare I say,
‘Out of the deeps I cry to-day?’
Are they not shallows, these deeps of mine;
Shallows wherein all unafraid,
A little ungrown soul might wade
Over to gain that rest of Thine?
‘Out of the deeps I cry to-day?’
Are they not shallows, these deeps of mine;
Shallows wherein all unafraid,
A little ungrown soul might wade
Over to gain that rest of Thine?
Shallows or deeps, whichever they be,
I am whelmed in their horror verily,
And beaten upon by their wild salt foam;
Only sometimes, behind, behind,
And not in my face, is the master wind
Which blows me nearer the shore of home.
I am whelmed in their horror verily,
And beaten upon by their wild salt foam;
Only sometimes, behind, behind,
And not in my face, is the master wind
Which blows me nearer the shore of home.
Oh, shall I ever gain that shore?
Will the wind set, and for evermore
Beat me back, till at last I fall
To rise not again, and the ebbing tide
Bear me away, who in vain have cried
To Thee, who seest and knowest all?
Will the wind set, and for evermore
Beat me back, till at last I fall
To rise not again, and the ebbing tide
Bear me away, who in vain have cried
To Thee, who seest and knowest all?
| Michael Villiers, Idealist | |