The Splendour of Godby Joseph Mary Plunkett
Original Language English
The drunken stars stagger across the sky,
The moon wavers and sways like a wind-blown bud,
Beneath my feet the earth like drifting scud
Lapses and slides, wallows and shoots on high;
Immovable things start suddenly flying by,
The city shakes and quavers, a city of mud
And ooze -- a brawling cataract is my blood
Of molten metal and fire -- like God am I.
When God crushes his passion-fruit for our thirst
And the universe totters -- I have burst the grape
Of the world, and let its powerful blood escape
Untasted -- crying whether my vision durst
See God's high glory in a girl's soft shape--
God! Is my worship blessed or accurst?
Say this out loud. Notice the rhyme.
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