MY LONELY ONE

MY LONELY ONE

Evenas a hawk’s in the large heaven’s hollowAre the great ways and gracious of your love:No lesser flight or wearier wing may followIn those broad gyres where you rest and move.Most merciless, most high, most proud, mostlonely—In the clear space between the sky and seaWheel her huge orbits, where the sea-winds onlyWander the sun-roads of Immensity.Yet have I known your heart and of what fashionYour love, how great, how hardly to beborne—Your tenderness, too perfect for compassion,Your divine strength, too pure and proud for scorn.You are most beautiful, but it is givenBut few to find you, fewer still to keepYour high path through the solitude of heaven,My lonely one, your watch upon the Deep.Now toward the gold glow of the sunset’s splendorVeer your great vans. What haven in the westNow draws you—while the mellowing light makes tenderYour dripping plumes—what islands of the blest?Lift me, O lift me up to you forever,Beautiful Terror! Let your sacred mightStoop to me here, and save—O let me neverSink from you now, to share a lesser flight!Even as I pray, my wings of longing fail me,And my heart flags. In solitude you moveDown the night’s shore: not praying shall avail me,To lift me, fallen from your faultless love.

Evenas a hawk’s in the large heaven’s hollowAre the great ways and gracious of your love:No lesser flight or wearier wing may followIn those broad gyres where you rest and move.Most merciless, most high, most proud, mostlonely—In the clear space between the sky and seaWheel her huge orbits, where the sea-winds onlyWander the sun-roads of Immensity.Yet have I known your heart and of what fashionYour love, how great, how hardly to beborne—Your tenderness, too perfect for compassion,Your divine strength, too pure and proud for scorn.You are most beautiful, but it is givenBut few to find you, fewer still to keepYour high path through the solitude of heaven,My lonely one, your watch upon the Deep.Now toward the gold glow of the sunset’s splendorVeer your great vans. What haven in the westNow draws you—while the mellowing light makes tenderYour dripping plumes—what islands of the blest?Lift me, O lift me up to you forever,Beautiful Terror! Let your sacred mightStoop to me here, and save—O let me neverSink from you now, to share a lesser flight!Even as I pray, my wings of longing fail me,And my heart flags. In solitude you moveDown the night’s shore: not praying shall avail me,To lift me, fallen from your faultless love.

Evenas a hawk’s in the large heaven’s hollowAre the great ways and gracious of your love:No lesser flight or wearier wing may followIn those broad gyres where you rest and move.

Evenas a hawk’s in the large heaven’s hollow

Are the great ways and gracious of your love:

No lesser flight or wearier wing may follow

In those broad gyres where you rest and move.

Most merciless, most high, most proud, mostlonely—In the clear space between the sky and seaWheel her huge orbits, where the sea-winds onlyWander the sun-roads of Immensity.

Most merciless, most high, most proud, mostlonely—

In the clear space between the sky and sea

Wheel her huge orbits, where the sea-winds only

Wander the sun-roads of Immensity.

Yet have I known your heart and of what fashionYour love, how great, how hardly to beborne—Your tenderness, too perfect for compassion,Your divine strength, too pure and proud for scorn.

Yet have I known your heart and of what fashion

Your love, how great, how hardly to beborne—

Your tenderness, too perfect for compassion,

Your divine strength, too pure and proud for scorn.

You are most beautiful, but it is givenBut few to find you, fewer still to keepYour high path through the solitude of heaven,My lonely one, your watch upon the Deep.

You are most beautiful, but it is given

But few to find you, fewer still to keep

Your high path through the solitude of heaven,

My lonely one, your watch upon the Deep.

Now toward the gold glow of the sunset’s splendorVeer your great vans. What haven in the westNow draws you—while the mellowing light makes tenderYour dripping plumes—what islands of the blest?

Now toward the gold glow of the sunset’s splendor

Veer your great vans. What haven in the west

Now draws you—while the mellowing light makes tender

Your dripping plumes—what islands of the blest?

Lift me, O lift me up to you forever,Beautiful Terror! Let your sacred mightStoop to me here, and save—O let me neverSink from you now, to share a lesser flight!

Lift me, O lift me up to you forever,

Beautiful Terror! Let your sacred might

Stoop to me here, and save—O let me never

Sink from you now, to share a lesser flight!

Even as I pray, my wings of longing fail me,And my heart flags. In solitude you moveDown the night’s shore: not praying shall avail me,To lift me, fallen from your faultless love.

Even as I pray, my wings of longing fail me,

And my heart flags. In solitude you move

Down the night’s shore: not praying shall avail me,

To lift me, fallen from your faultless love.


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