Quote #18

Upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.

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  1. The angels keep their ancient places;- Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendour…
  2. I fear to love you, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss.
  3. The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
  4. Little Jesus, wast Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel to be Out of Heaven and just like me?
  5. O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
  6. All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
  7. In the rash lustihead of my young powers, I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears, I stand amid the dust…
  8. I said to Dawn: Be sudden-to Eve: Be soon.

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