Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Digby Mackworth Dolben (18481867)209. Strange, all-absorbing Love
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Unto Thy glowing all my pleasant dew,
Then delicately my garden waterest,
Drawing the old, to pour it back anew:
‘Not so,’ I said, ‘but still those drops of light,
Heart-shrined among the petals of my flowers,
Shall hold the memory of the starry night
Ah, senseless gardener! must it come to pass
That ’neath the glaring noon thou shouldest see
Thine earth become as iron, His heavens as brass?
Believe in Love which may not yet be seen,
Yield Thee my earth-drops, call Thee from the skies,
In soft return, to keep my bedding green.
And the dead ocean o’er my garden flows,
Upon the Golden Altar may be found
Some scarlet berries and a Christmas rose.