And now, something highbrow.


For but a moment did we lift
Our voices in Love’s holy song;
The hours of passion were too swift
To pass — the lonely nights, too long.
Anon, your vigilant heart receives
Repentance’s clarion, high and clear,
And our melodious verses here
Are turning pages, falling leaves. 

In that white silence first I saw
For what alone I love you best:
The love of God’s unchanging Law
Burns like a torch within your breast.
Yet would I quench that fire divine,
Your sinner’s wages would I steal,
And barter holiness to feel
Once more your burning lips on mine. 


Published in: on December 4, 2011 at 11:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

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