Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night, <br />But Thy love came upon me like a sleep, <br />And all desire died out; upon the deep <br />Of Thy mere love I lay, each thought in light <br />Dissolving like the sunset clouds, at rest <br />Each tremulous wish, and my strength weakness, sweet <br />As a sick boy with soon o’erwearied feet <br />Finds, yielding him unto his mother’s breast <br />To weep for weakness there. I could not pray, <br />But with closed eyes I felt Thy bosom’s love <br />Beating toward mine, and then I would not move <br />Till of itself the joy should pass away; <br />At last my heart found voice,—‘Take me, O Lord, <br />And do with me according to Thy word.’<br /><br />Edward Dowden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/communion/
