Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . I have had enough of help and gift; I long for one to search and siftMyself, to take myself, and keep. You scratch my surface with your pin, You stroke me smooth with hushing breath: Nay, pierce, nay, probe, nay, dig within,—Probe my quick core and sound my depth. You call me with a puny call, You talk, you smile, you nothing do:How should I spend my heart on you, My heart that so outweighs you all ? • Your vessels are by much too strait: Were I to pour you, you could not hold. Bear with me: I must bear to wait, A fountain sealed thr
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . I have had enough of help and gift; I long for one to search and siftMyself, to take myself, and keep. You scratch my surface with your pin, You stroke me smooth with hushing breath: Nay, pierce, nay, probe, nay, dig within,—Probe my quick core and sound my depth. You call me with a puny call, You talk, you smile, you nothing do:How should I spend my heart on you, My heart that so outweighs you all ? • Your vessels are by much too strait: Were I to pour you, you could not hold. Bear with me: I must bear to wait, A fountain sealed through heat and cold. Bear with me days or months or years:Deep must call deep until the end,When friend shall no more envy friend Nor vex his friend at unawares. Not in this world of hope deferred, This world of perishable stuff;Eye hath not seen nor ear hath heard Nor heart conceived that full (< enough n:Here moans the separating sea; Here harvests fail; here breaks the heart: There God shall join and no man part,I full of Christ and Christ of I 2 4 I I
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