I think just how my shape will rise

April 8, 2008 in Podcasts, Poems, Time and Eternity | No comments

I think just how my shape will riseI think just how my shape will rise
When I shall be forgiven,
Till hair and eyes and timid head
Are out of sight, in heaven.

I think just how my lips will weigh
With shapeless, quivering prayer
That you, so late, consider me,
The sparrow of your care.

I mind me that of anguish sent,
Some drifts were moved away
Before my simple bosom broke, –
And why not this, if they?

And so, until delirious borne
I con that thing, — “forgiven,” –
Till with long fright and longer trust
I drop my heart, unshriven!

Podcast music by Barry Phillips

 
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