This poem was first published in Cor Cordium (1913), and was also included in Selected Poems (1925). blank All night I lay in low despair,    Torn by a tempest, passion-deep, And while my lips were framed to prayer,    My blinding eyes would weep. "Great Love," I cried, "if thou hast ears    And art not wholly reason-blind, If pity may be taught with tears,    Look in my steadfast mind! "Behold! the little all I have    I give thee; freely take, and twine Thy tendrils in my heart, and save    This watcher at thy shrine! "My soul is dark with treason-blots,    That I have surely sinned, I own, All day I wander in deep grots    As speechless as a stone; "Or where the mill-dam sleeping lies,    A pure, unruffled, scented pool, Or welter under cloudless skies,    Untaught in Wisdom's school! "But though I move abroad unseen,    In leafless groves, and balmless bowers, Yet I have kept thy memory green    And decked thy shrine with flowers! "And I have plucked a trembling rose,    And laid it on thy altar stone, With incense of a hundred vows,    Each tendered with a moan! "Yet if I suffer what is just,    And justice prove aright in thee, Then I will suffer for I must,    Pour all thy wrongs on me!" Love heard, and from his shining height    Smiled on my sorrow, gentle-wise; Peace fell, and rivers of delight    Fast flooded in my eyes. Poems index Alphabetical list of poems online