All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home : Rise, clasp My hand, and come !" Halts by me that footfall : Is my gloom, after all, Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly? "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, I am He Whom thou seekest! Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest me."
-The Hound of Heaven
Something in the blood that now flowed and pooled under the guidance of tides and moon and sun rather than of a heart.
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Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child's mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home :
Rise, clasp My hand, and come !"
Halts by me that footfall :
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
"Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest me."
-The Hound of Heaven
Something in the blood that now flowed and pooled under the guidance of tides and moon and sun rather than of a heart.
I'm a great fan of that sentence :)
(but why is Jack calling Will a blacksmith? o_O)