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Title: The Rival Celestial
Author: William Rose Benet [
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God, wilt Thou never leave my love alone?
Thou comest when she first draws breath in sleep,
Thy cloak blue night, glittering with stars of gold.
Thou standest in her doorway to intone
The promise of Thy troth that she must keep,
The wonders of Thy heaven she shall behold.
Her little room is filled with blinding light,
And past the darkness of her window-pane
The faces of glad angels closely press,
Gesturing for her to join their host this night,
Mount with their cavalcade for Thy domain.
Then darkness... but Thy work is done no less.
For she hath looked on Thee, and when on me
Her blue eyes turn by day, they pass me by.
All offerings--even my heart--slip from her hands.
She moves in dreams of utter bliss to be,
Longs for what nought of earth may satisfy.
My heart breaks as I clutch love's breaking strands.
I clutch--they part--to the wide winds are blown.
And she stands gazing on a cloud, a star,--
Blind to earth's heart of love where heaven lies furled.
God, wilt Thou never leave my love alone?
Thou hast all powers, dominions, worlds that are;
And she is all my world--is all my world!
[The end]
William Rose Benet's poem: Rival Celestial
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