MY SOUL IS SICK WITH LONGING
My soul is sick with longing, shaken with loss,Yea, shocked with love lost sudden in a dream,Dream-love dream-taken, swept upon the streamOf dreaming Truth, dreamt true, yet deemed as dross:Dreamth Truth that is to waking Truth a gloss,Dream-love that is to the life of loves that seemTo bear the rood of love's eternal theme,The strength that brings to Calvary their Cross.
I dreamt that love had lit, a burning birdOn one green bough of Time, of that dread treeWhereto my soul was crucified: that he
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