[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 32-32a]
To know what this ache is
No step in me pelf
And what thou pay is no
Wind in me sings.
But be those steps no steps
And be thus winds dreamed wings
Still one ache oversteps
The life tis which it clings
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I am the death of God
|That pangs for holiness when no kings are made kings|
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Set out from sight of shore!
Grow tired of every sea!
All things are ever more
Than most they seem to be…
What steps are those that pass outside my door?
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Fail out from shape and thought!
Let sense and feeling fly!
O sadness overwrought
|With joy till wish to die!|
What birds are those that past my window fly?
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Wy have those steps halted counted my own,
Why are those wings no longer flying past?
[32v]
8/2/13
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God made my shivering nerves his human lyre,
A lyre whose curves in angels' faces end.
When God sings the song is visibly fire
And invisible wings over it bend.
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Fountain of incorruptible desire!
O tremulous lark that through infinite-seas doth wend!
My soul, rich with electedness, doth tire
My sense of me with aches with God to blend…
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But lo! to live is to be blent with God
Already. We need nought but life – all life –
Pain, evil, hate, lust, treachery, the rod the stipe
Of custom, the bypath of dreams[1], the Knife
All this is God
In God's willed spite.
[32ar]
1-2 1-3 1-4 1-5 2-3 2-4 2-5
9|8 9|8 9|8 9|8 8|9 8|9 8|9
3-4 3-5 4-5
5|12 12|5 5|12
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1 – 36
2 – 32
3 – 35
4 – 34
5 - 35
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The boy plays marbles in the street
He does not think it strange at all.
Sees that in each rolling marble not
The infinite and element soul
And the matter-death of it,
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{…} – the knife
Evil hideth till it cuts him, the delight
Of death – all these are God in God’s wiled spite.
[32av]
8/2/13.
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Here in this wilderness
Each tree and stone fills me
With the sorrow[2] of a great glee.
God in His altogetherness
Is whole‑part of each stone and tree…
An {…} seeingness
Makes my {…} moan.
(O Godfully alone!)
God in his overbeingness
Survives His death in every tree and stone.
Ay, in the barkness and clodfulness
Of tree and sand and stone
God minutely grand,
God in all His Godfulness…
|Lo! My heart has been touched by the great Wand.|
[1] dreams /thought\
[2] sorrow /sadness\
