Living became nightmare, longings did slack,
                              I was dropping amidst some vast blank black.
                  Deadly darkness dissolved my belongings; all.
                              Who could have I asked to where I had to fall?

                  I chanted thine name— mine auspicious hymn,                                              The sun rose again, my heart regained dream.
                  I saw thou by me, panting my name: vibrant.
                              Love's God; God arts good, otherwise we can't.
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