The drunken stars stagger across the sky, <br />The moon wavers and sways like a wind-blown bud, <br />Beneath my feet the earth like drifting scud <br />Lapses and slides, wallows and shoots on high; <br />Immovable things start suddenly flying by, <br />The city shakes and quavers, a city of mud <br />And ooze—a brawling cataract is my blood <br />Of molten metal and fire—like God am I. <br /> <br />When God crushes his passion-fruit for our thirst <br />And the universe totters—I have burst the grape <br />Of the world, and let its powerful blood escape <br />Untasted—crying whether my vision durst <br />See God’s high glory in a girl’s soft shape— <br />God! Is my worship blessed or accurst?<br /><br />Joseph Mary Plunkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-splendour-of-god/
