AN ADVENTURE WITH GOD
Far worse than pain,
Unutterable weariness
Of blood and brain—
Intolerable dreariness
Of days God gave me.
And I bethought
The first fresh flood of youth that rose to leave me,
And how in those brave days—
Virgin of lust and spot—
I had forgot
To render any praise.
Then, as I thus looked upward through the net
Wherein both soul and flesh lay cunningly caught,
God (’twas like Springtime calling from the earth
The flowers to birth!)
Smiled down and did restore
All that I had before.