Joining myself to God—a puny part.
One holy thing to fail for—thus to die;
To give men love, who knew before remorse;
Then, meekly seek with Christ some scornful
Cross,
But leave the world more kind in passing by—
In piercing through the covering doth of night
To lodge one star, and vanish strong in flight.
Kiss me," she said, "for I must die
Ere any star his flight hath ta'en,