Christ, my Beloved which still doth feed Among the flowers, having delight Among his faithful lilies, Doth take great care for me indeed, And I again with all my might Will do what so his will is. My Love in me and I in him, Conjoined by love, will till abide Among the faithful lilies Till day do break, and truth do dim All shadows dark and cause them slide, According as his will is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS RAIN ON A GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS WALLS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |