Beloved!
I wander still
In quest of Thee!
I am athirst
For Thy Eternal Love!

I long to make
My body a lamp,—
The wick whereof will be
My tender heart.
And I would fill the lamp
With the scented oil
Of my love for Thee!
Then let it burn,
Day and night,
At thy shrine
Beloved!

I can no longer bear
To be away from Thee.
Make me Thine own!
Make me like Thee!
And make me pure
As Thou art pure,
Beloved!