This poem was first published in Cor Cordium (1913), and was also included in Selected Poems (1925).
All night I lay in low despair,
Torn by a tempest, passion-deep,
And while my lips were framed to prayer,
My blinding eyes would weep.
"Great Love," I cried, "if thou hast ears
And art not wholly reason-blind,
If pity may be taught with tears,
Look in my steadfast mind!
"Behold! the little all I have
I give thee; freely take, and twine
Thy tendrils in my heart, and save
This watcher at thy shrine!
"My soul is dark with treason-blots,
That I have surely sinned, I own,
All day I wander in deep grots
As speechless as a stone;
"Or where the mill-dam sleeping lies,
A pure, unruffled, scented pool,
Or welter under cloudless skies,
Untaught in Wisdom's school!
"But though I move abroad unseen,
In leafless groves, and balmless bowers,
Yet I have kept thy memory green
And decked thy shrine with flowers!
"And I have plucked a trembling rose,
And laid it on thy altar stone,
With incense of a hundred vows,
Each tendered with a moan!
"Yet if I suffer what is just,
And justice prove aright in thee,
Then I will suffer for I must,
Pour all thy wrongs on me!"
Love heard, and from his shining height
Smiled on my sorrow, gentle-wise;
Peace fell, and rivers of delight
Fast flooded in my eyes.
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