Thou and All

 

Sweet Love, now all is over with me;

The myriad worlds within my heart

Are dead in thy infinity,

And now, Thou only art.

 

The souls of things, untrammelled, free,

Break through earth's dam, the body's wall,

Mingle and merge within thy sea,

And Thou, O Love, art all.

 

But through thy silence and thy peace,

Descends a voice from planes above,

Vibrates and runs upon the seas,

And all is Thou, O Love.

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