Poems (Taylor)/The Common Prayer
DEVOTIONAL
THE COMMON PRAYER
O hear the secret word I cannot say,And comprehend the prayer I cannot pray;Read Thou the broken poem of my pain,Divine the motive of my music vain,And know the colour never artist knewMy crazy imageries yearn unto:—O God, of Whom I am the clouded Gleam,Art Thou indeed the Dream I cannot dream?Then fall like sleep upon mine aching eyes,And hush my lips whose very truths are lies.O Love and Lover, light this gloaming chill;Say: "Throughly do I know thee. Peace, be still!"