With unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;
And past those noised fleet—
A Voice comes yet more fleet—
“Lo! naught contents thee who content’st not Me.”
Naked I wait Thy love’s uplifted stroke!
My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,
I am defenceless utterly.
I slept, methinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.