I am pale with sick desire, <br />For my heart is far away <br />From this world's fitful fire <br />And this world's waning day; <br />In a dream it overleaps <br />A world of tedious ills <br />To where the sunshine sleeps <br />On th' everlasting hills. <br />Say the Saints—There Angels ease us <br />Glorified and white. <br />They say—We rest in Jesus, <br />Where is not day nor night. <br /> <br />My Soul saith—I have sought <br />For a home that is not gained, <br />I have spent yet nothing bought, <br />Have laboured but not attained; <br />My pride strove to rise and grow, <br />And hath but dwindled down; <br />My love sought love, and lo! <br />Hath not attained its crown. <br />Say the Saints—Fresh Souls increase us, <br />None languish nor recede. <br />They say—We love our Jesus, <br />And He loves us indeed. <br /> <br />I cannot rise above, <br />I cannot rest beneath, <br />I cannot find out Love, <br />Nor escape from Death; <br />Dear hopes and joys gone by <br />Still mock me with a name; <br />My best beloved die <br />And I cannot die with them. <br />Say the Saints—No deaths decrease us, <br />Where our rest is glorious. <br />They say—We live in Jesus, <br />Who once died for us. <br /> <br />Oh, my Soul, she beats her wings <br />And pants to fly away <br />Up to immortal Things <br />In the Heavenly day: <br />Yet she flags and almost faints; <br />Can such be meant for me? <br />Come and see—say the Saints. <br />Saith Jesus—Come and see. <br />Say the Saints—His Pleasures please us <br />Before God and the Lamb. <br />Come and taste My Sweets—saith Jesus— <br />Be with Me where I am.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conference-between-christ-the-saints-and-the-soul/
