In this happy sanctuary where the green Creeps through grasses and anoints the leaves I walk alone where once her feet had been And something deep within my being grieves,
For her hair dancing in the slightest breeze Her eyes like diamonds lighting distant seas.
I am troubled by the demons of my past The way is steep, my steps grow more unsure, My thoughts are clouded over and the vast Flame I was I cannot now endure.
A thousand thoughts assail the tortured mind Where rise desires of the darker kind,
I hear the De Profundis of the soul Suffering and the eternal cry Of a spinning world where man has lost control, Earth and life and hope in jeopardy,
And yet no force of darkness can delay God who dwells in this resistant clay.
Poems Undated (1727)
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