Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, <br />And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. <br />Bowing my head in deep humility <br />Before the silent thunder of thy power. <br />Sometimes I flee before thy blazing light, <br />As from the specter of pursuing death; <br />Intimidated lest thy mighty breath, <br />Windways, will sweep me into utter night. <br />For oh, I fear they will be swallowed up-- <br />The loves which are to me of vital worth, <br />My passion and my pleasure in the earth-- <br />And lost forever in thy magic cup! <br />I fear, I fear my truly human heart <br />Will perish on the altar-stone of art!<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-4/
