PASSION
All life from passion springs.
In holy ecstasy
’Midst whir of angel-wings,
Did God decree
The golden stars that shine:
The flaming morn,
And that this flesh of mine
Should once be born.
And all the works of men
That live indeed:
Joyance of sword or pen,
High thought or deed,
Are in such primal fashion
Contrived and wrought.
God grant me fire of thought
To work Thy will—with Passion!