Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE OF GOD, by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Nothing there is on earth we may not lose Last Line: Given in the desert to my bitter state! Alternate Author Name(s): Field, Michael (with Edith Emma Cooper) Subject(s): God | ||||||||
NOTHING there is on earth we may not lose, Nothing quite firm: we lose the spring each year, The sun each day, the flowers as they appear; But when that sure, sad voice its plaint renews, "Yea, it is possible that we may lose Even our God." O infinitely near, Far Spirit, I am struck with sudden fear! A fading falls across my thoughts. I choose All to forego, all to obliterate Sooner than miss remembered joy of Thee, Who art alone most worth remembering. Break every hope, save of Thyself, in me, So that Thou fail me not, O Fount, O Spring Given in the desert to my bitter state! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS CYCLAMENS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |
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