I am alone, And made of something which the world has not, Unless its substance can devour my spirit.For now, ann of green gables pei O morning chosen of all days, on thee A wondrous duty lies There was an evening that did loveliness foretell Thence upon thee, O chosen morn, it fell To fashion into perfect destiny The radiant prophecy.Anger? But how far off is love from anger! He.It is weak To make thyself a shame of being injured And is it injury indeed? Nay, is it Anything but a mere opinion hurt? Not thou, but customary thought is here Molested and annoyed the only nerve Can carry anguish from this to thy soul, Is that credulity which ties the mind Firmly to notional creature as to ann of green gables pei real.The Hymn to Love is reprinted by permission from The Vineyard.Yea, into thee now do I pass, ann of green gables pei beloved Beauty and thou are mine! She.Yea, but not this my marvel not that we Should master with desire the sundering world, We who bore in our hearts such destiny, There was no force knew to be dangerous Against it, but must turn its malice clean Into obsequious favour worshipping us.He is ann of green gables pei alive, And will be till there is no more a world Filled with his hidden hunger, waiting for souls That ford the monstrous waters of the world.Ah, but now, Now am I given love's eternal secret! Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy Of our for ever mated spirits but now The wisdom of my gladness even through Spirit Looks, divinely elate.Suddenly ann of green gables pei the dark noise Cleft and went backward from us, and we stood Knowing each other in a quiet light And like wise music made of many strings Following and adoring underneath Prevailing song, fate lived beneath our love, Under the masterful excellent silence of it, A multitudinous obedience.No nor I.I ann of green gables pei pray you, rather let me go alone.Beloved, but no pain may strive with us.How am I honoured so, If I no honour have for the world, but rather Hold it ann of green gables pei an odious and traitorous thing, That means no honour but to those whose spirits Have yielded to its ancient lechery? Defiled, defiled! A Citizen.He.
