Wages
Sometimes the spirit that never leaves me quite Taps at my heart when thou art in the way, Saying, Now thy Queen cometh: therefore pray, Lest she should see thee vile, and at the sight Shiver and fly back piteous to the light That wanes when she is absent. Then, as I may, I wash my soild hands and muttering, say, Lord, make me clean; robe Thou me in Thy white! So for a brief space, clad in ecstasy, Pure, disembodied, I fall to kiss thy feet, And sense thy glory throbbing round about; Whereafter, rising, I hold thee in a sweet And gentle converse that lifts me up to be, When thou art gone, strange to the gross world's rout.
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"Sometimes the spirit that never leaves me quite..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Maurice Henry Hewlett delivers a powerful performance in "Wages"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...