Poems (Jackson)/Appeal
APPEAL.
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LOVE, whom I so love, in this sore straitOf thine, fall not! Below thy very feetI kneel, so much I reverence thee, so sweetIt is to every pulse of mine to waitThy lightest pleasure, and to bind my fateTo thine by humblest service. IncompleteAll heaven, Love, if there thou dost not greetMe, with perpetual need which I can sate,I and no other! So I dare to prayTo thee this prayer. It is not wholly prayer.The solemn worships of the ages layEven on God a solemn bond. I dare,—Thy worshipper, thy lowly, loving mate,—I dare to say, O Love, thou must be great!"
LOVE, whom I so love, in this sore straitOf thine, fall not! Below thy very feetI kneel, so much I reverence thee, so sweetIt is to every pulse of mine to waitThy lightest pleasure, and to bind my fateTo thine by humblest service. IncompleteAll heaven, Love, if there thou dost not greetMe, with perpetual need which I can sate,I and no other! So I dare to prayTo thee this prayer. It is not wholly prayer.The solemn worships of the ages layEven on God a solemn bond. I dare,—Thy worshipper, thy lowly, loving mate,—I dare to say, O Love, thou must be great!"