‘O Heart of all things, Heart’s Desire come true,
That nothing may undo!
How long have I been stricken dim with fear,
Hungry and cold and lost, till I should hear
You,—you.
‘Now fold me in, O Beautiful, most dear!
And now that you are here,
Where were you, Dearness,—lost and far apart?
So far!’—‘Nay, all the time, O little heart,
So near.’