By Christopher Lake
Date: 16 February 2001
I Can Hear Now A Song
I can hear now a song, a music sweet and
Clear. I could give up all but thoughts of
You for more of this, my possessions sand
Through fingers--all, I say, all but my love
Would I for you forget as the child
Does cease to remember from whence they do
Come. But what is this? It is you, wild
And perfect, in the sounds that I hear; you
Who have taunted me in thought I find now
Even in this song. So be it. It then
Must be made Holy, too. I am caught; thou
Art come. I know escape unlikely when
Any such beauty I first behold. So
Where you go and the song may lead, there I go.
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