My soul is sick with longing, shaken with loss, <br />Yea, shocked with love lost sudden in a dream, <br />Dream-love dream-taken, swept upon the stream <br />Of dreaming Truth, dreamt true, yet deemed as dross: <br />Dreamt Truth that is to waking Truth a gloss, <br />Dream-love that is to the life of loves that seem <br />To bear the rood of love’s eternal theme, <br />The strength that brings to Calvary their cross. <br /> <br />I dreamt that love had lit, a burning bird <br />On one green bough of Time, of that dread tree <br />Whereto my soul was crucified: that he <br />Sang with a seraphs voice some wondrous word <br />Blotting out pain, but swift the branch I heard <br />Break, withered, and the song ceased suddenly.<br /><br />Joseph Mary Plunkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-is-sick-with-longing/
