24 (have you come to)


HAVE YOU COME to me as my sorrow? All the more I must cling to you.

Your face is veiled in the dark, all the more I must see you.

At the blow of death from your hand let my life leap up in a flame.

Tears flow from my eyes,-let them flow round your feet in worship.

And let the pain in my breast speak to me that you are, still mine.

 

 

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