The Divine Lover

I
Me Lord? canst thou mispend  
 One word, misplace one look on me?  
 Callst me thy Love, thy Friend?  
 Can this poor soul the object be  
Of these love-glances, those life-kindling eyes?  
What? I the Centre of thy arms embraces?  
 Of all thy labour I the prize?  
 Love never mocks, Truth never lies.  
Oh how I quake: Hope fear, fear hope displaces:  
I would, but cannot hope: such wondrous love amazes.  
 
II
 See, I am black as night,  
 See I am darkness: dark as hell.  
 Lord thou more fair than light;  
 Heav?ns Sun thy Shadow; can Sunns dwell  
With Shades? ?twixt light, and darkness what commerce?  
True: thou art darkness, I thy Light: my ray  
 Thy mists, and hellish foggs shall pierce.  
 With me, black soul, with me converse.  
I make the foul December flowry May,  
Turn thou thy night to me: I?le turn thy night to day.  
 
III
 See Lord, see I am dead:  
 Tomb?d in my self: my self my grave  
 A drudge: so born, so bred:  
 My self even to my self a slave.  
Thou Freedom, Life: can Life, and Liberty  
Love bondage, death? Thy Freedom I: I tyed  
 To loose thy bonds: be bound to me:  
 My Yoke shall ease, my bonds shall free.  
Dead soul, thy Spring of life, my dying side:  
There dye with me to live: to live in thee I dyed.