Poems (Cromwell)/The Christian
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THE CHRISTIAN
I was free. But now in a net I am caught:
In a delicate net of love I am taken;
I, the lonely, whom nobody sought,
Can feel the poor and the sorrow-shaken
Draw the line of their yearning taut;
I am held by experience. When I die
Their net will draw me through fathoms of sky;
I can not evade immortality.
In a delicate net of love I am taken;
I, the lonely, whom nobody sought,
Can feel the poor and the sorrow-shaken
Draw the line of their yearning taut;
I am held by experience. When I die
Their net will draw me through fathoms of sky;
I can not evade immortality.