Poems (Storrie)/Sursum Corda
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Sursum Corda.
There came one softly to me in the night And said "Why hast thou left me long alone? In all thy lovely meadows is there sown One immortelle? Hast marked in eagles' flight One wing that pierced the blue, or has thy sight Caught even once a smile so fearless grown That tears might never quench it? Hast thou known One voice that Silence claims not as her right? Oh! wherefore waste thy soul for such as these When I await thee? When this hand is thine Wilt cling to shadows? Wherefore drink the lees When at thy very lips I pour forth wine? Oh piteous one! I only am. In me Thy meaning lies, and thy reality."