THE COMBAT
"For I am fearfully and wonderfully made."
I with my mouth must munch my food,
Even as the monster in the wood,
And yet, dear heart, my lips to thine
Have clung in ecstasies divine!
Even as the monster in the wood,
And yet, dear heart, my lips to thine
Have clung in ecstasies divine!
I feel my ribs like prison-bars,
And still, I comprehend the stars;
Through the white mas'nry of my bones
A sleepless spirit stalks and groans!
And still, I comprehend the stars;
Through the white mas'nry of my bones
A sleepless spirit stalks and groans!
This pulsing heart is all afire
With passion and with wild desire,
And still, I turn dim yearning eyes
Thrice daily to the unanswering skies,
With passion and with wild desire,
And still, I turn dim yearning eyes
Thrice daily to the unanswering skies,
I have in me to burn and slay—
And yet a little child will lay
Its soft warm cheek upon my cheek,
And I, as it, am mild and meek!
And yet a little child will lay
Its soft warm cheek upon my cheek,
And I, as it, am mild and meek!
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