A plaintive cry as of a wounded soul Caught in a net of ambiguity, The closeness of a lover's clasp she knew, Sweet intimacy and the eyes exchange. How swiftly flies the arrow passion-tinged, A torment and a joy within the heart And bodies longing never to depart From the enfolding arms, delight's caress. And yet a yearning for a diviner state, A merging of the spirit with its source. The inner loneliness cannot be filled From any human fount but God alone Must come into the temple well-prepared And lead the seeker to the undying Light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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