Jesus, do I love Thee? <br />Thou art far above me, <br />Seated out of sight <br />Hid in Heavenly Light <br />Of most highest height. <br />Martyred hosts implore Thee, <br />Seraphs fall before Thee, <br />Angels and Archangels, <br />Cherub throngs adore Thee; <br />Blessed She that bore Thee! <br />All the Saints approve Thee, <br />All the Virgins love Thee. <br />I show as a blot <br />Blood hath cleansed not, <br />As a barren spot <br />In Thy fruitful lot. <br />I, fig-tree fruit-unbearing; <br />Thou, righteous Judge unsparing: <br />What canst Thou do more to me <br />That shall not more undo me? <br />Thy Justice hath a sound— <br />Why cumbereth it the ground? <br />Thy Love with stirrings stronger <br />Pleads—Give it one year longer. <br />Thou giv'st me time: but who <br />Save Thou shall give me dew; <br />Shall feed my root with Blood, <br />And stir my sap for good? <br />Oh, by Thy Gifts that shame me, <br />Give more lest they condemn me: <br />Good Lord, I ask much of Thee, <br />But most I ask to love Thee; <br />Kind Lord, be mindful of me, <br />Love me, and make me love Thee.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-do-i-love-thee/
