Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Arthur Christopher Benson (18621925)269. Prayer
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This way and that I stared, as a bird with a broken limb
Hearing the hound’s strong feet thrust imminent through the corn,
So to my God I turned: and I had forgotten Him.
So to the windswept cliff the resonant rocket streams,—
And it struck its mark, I know; for I felt my flying desire
Strain, like a rope drawn home, and catch in the land of dreams.
And deeper, as ever I peer, the huge cliff’s mountainous shade,
While the frail boat cracks and grinds, and never a star in sight,
And the seething waves smite fiercer;—and yet I am not afraid.