Monday, 19 December 2011

Dear Awajinne


From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
         From lethargy to fever of the heart;
         From faithful life to dream-dower'd days apart;
From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;—
Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran
         Till now. Alas, the soul!—how soon must she
         Accept her primal immortality,—
The flesh resume its dust whence it began?

O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life!
         O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,
         Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:
That when the peace is garner'd in from strife,
         The work retriev'd, the will regenerate,
         This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death! 


The Heart of the Night
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti