Calcutta nr. 241
I will give you news of your condition
And I will do that with two small letters
In love of you I shall sink beneath the earth
By your love my head will rise from the earth
Yon sphere oppression-using, faith-and-foundationless,
There never yet was mortal it lightened of his stress:
Nay, unto whom it spieth, that hath a wound at heart,
Another wound it addeth for very wantonness.
My attitude toward Thee I would make plain,
And that I will abridge in verses twain:
"For love of Thee in dust I 'll lay my head,
That with Thy love I may arise again."