O flame of living love, <br />That dost eternally <br />Pierce through my soul with so consuming heat, <br />Since there's no help above, <br />Make thou an end of me, <br />And break the bond of this encounter sweet. <br /> <br />O burn that burns to heal! <br />O more than pleasant wound! <br />And O soft hand, O touch most delicate, <br />That dost new life reveal, <br />That dost in grace abound, <br />And, slaying, dost from death to life translate! <br /> <br />O lamps of fire that shined <br />With so intense a light, <br />That those deep caverns where the senses live, <br />Which were obscure and blind, <br />Now with strange glories bright, <br />Both heat and light to his beloved give! <br /> <br />With how benign intent <br />Rememberest thou my breast, <br />Where thou alone abidest secretly; <br />And in thy sweet ascent, <br />With glory and good possessed, <br />How delicately thou teachest love to me!<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-flame-of-living-love/
