My desires are upon me like dogs, I beat them back, <br />Yet they yelp upon my track; <br />And I know that my soul one day shall lie at their feet, <br />And my soul be these dogs' meat. <br /> <br />My soul walks robed in white where the saints sing psalms, <br />Among the lilies and palms, <br />Beholding the face of God through the radiant bars <br />Of the mystical gate of stars; <br />The robes of my soul are whiter than snow, she sings <br />Praise of immortal things; <br />Yet still she listens, still, in the night, she hears <br />The dogs' yelp in her ears. <br /> <br />O Most High! I will pray, look down through the seven <br />Passionate veils of heaven, <br />Out of eternal peace, where the world's desire <br />Enfolds thee in veils of fire; <br />Holy of Holies, the immaculate Lamb, <br />Behold me, the thing I am! <br />I, the redeemed of thy blood, the bought with a price, <br />The reward of thy sacrifice, <br />I, who walk with thy saints in a robe of white, <br />And who worship thee day and night, <br />Behold me, the thing I am, and do thou beat back <br />These feet that burn on my track! <br /> <br />I have prayed, God has heard; I have prayed to him, he has heard; <br />But he has not spoken a word; <br />My soul walks robed in white among lilies and palms, <br />And she hears the triumphing psalms; <br />But louder than all, by day and by night, she hears <br />The dogs' yelp in her ears; <br />And I know that my soul one day shall lie at their feet, <br />And my soul be these dogs' meat.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dogs-3/
