SONGS OF THE SOUL
Bleed, O my Soul, do amply bleed
To dig yet deeper, —dig!
To dig yet deeper, —dig!
I touch the holy fount,— rejoice;
I drink its bubble voice
My throat’s ablaze,—
I want to drink and drink always;
The sphere’s aflame
With my thirst as I came:
So dig, dig, yet deeper dig
Though it seems thou canst not dig!
I drink its bubble voice
My throat’s ablaze,—
I want to drink and drink always;
The sphere’s aflame
With my thirst as I came:
So dig, dig, yet deeper dig
Though it seems thou canst not dig!
I thought with heart aglow
All, all, I had drunk this day,
And idly looked for more, deep, deep,
below,—
But lo! undrunk, untouched,
There the fountain lay.
All, all, I had drunk this day,
And idly looked for more, deep, deep,
below,—
But lo! undrunk, untouched,
There the fountain lay.
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