My Lord, my Love! -- in love's unrest How often have I said: "Blessed that John who on Thy Breast Reclined his head." Thy touch it was, Love's Pelican, Transformed him from above, And made him amongst men the man To show forth holy love! Yet shall I envy blessed John? Nay, not so verily, While Thou indwellest as Thine own Me, even me: Upbuilding with Thy Manhood's worth My frail humanity; Yea, Thy Divinehood pouring forth, In fulness filling me. Me, Lord, Thy temple consecrate, Me unto Thee alone; Within my heart set up Thy state And mount Thy throne: The Seraphim in ecstasy Fall prone around Thy house, For which of them hath tasted Thee My Manna and my Spouse? Now Thou dost wear me for a robe And sway and warm me thro', I scarce seem lesser than the globe, -- Thy temple too: O God Who for Thy dwelling place Dost take delight in me, The ungirt immensity of space Hath not encompassed Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE WARPED FLOWER by SHEILA BARBOUR FALSORUM DEORUM CULTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |