Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
George Barlow (18471914?)208. The Immortal and the Mortal
O
In union than of wind and wave more sweet,
Meet me, O God—
Where Thou hast trod
I follow, along the blood-print of Thy feet.
And all the blue skies shine through casemates barred,
I follow Thee—
Show Thou to me
Thy face, the speechless face divinely marred.
Shall he not also to hell’s depths descend?
Shall he not find
The whole world blind,
Searching among the lone stars for a friend?
From crimson morning flush till twilight grey?
Who fears not chains,
Anguish and pains,
If love wait at the ending of the day?
Be near our hearts in vision glorified:
If at the end
God’s hand extend
That far triumphant boon for which we sighed.
Flushing our grey clay heart to its own rose,
Spirit supreme
Upon me gleam;
Make me Thine own; I reckon not the throes.
Of speechless yearning towards Thine home on high:
I would be pure,
Suffer, endure,
Pervade with ceaseless wings the unfathomed sky.
Meet me, Thou God; flame on me like the sun;
I would be part
Of Thine own heart,
That by my hands Thy love-deeds may be done:
And far lands know me for Thy very own;
That I may bring
The dead world spring:—
The flowers awake, Lord, at Thy word alone.
Raise me, Thou God; transfuse me with Thy light;
Where I would go
Thou, God, dost know;
For Thy sake I will face the starless night.
Scentless and waste, a wide appalling tomb;
Dark foes surround
The soul discrowned
And strange shapes lower and threaten through the gloom.
God, mine immortal, my death-conquering sun,
Meet me and show
What path to go
Till the last work of deathless love be done.