Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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XIII. MY CUP.
Chow, thou hast drunk the bitter cup—
Love unto death,
That makes love free and lifts it up
To heaven and its own breath:
So God gave death
To His Beloved, as we
Gave it to thee.
Love unto death,
That makes love free and lifts it up
To heaven and its own breath:
So God gave death
To His Beloved, as we
Gave it to thee.
Oh, 'twas a sacramental Cup—
Death given for Love!
We bade thy little spirit sup
With First and Last above,
When of our love
We made thee free
Eternally.
Death given for Love!
We bade thy little spirit sup
With First and Last above,
When of our love
We made thee free
Eternally.
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