by Caryll Houselander (1901-1954)
I found Him dear to whom I prayed
Who did my prayer withstand,
And all my want forgot I stayed
To kiss His open hand.
Wherein there was not my desire
But one sharp wound that glowed
And from the burning of its fire
Love flowed and overflowed.
I blessed the heart I could not move
To give for my distress
The thing I asked, who being love
Refused to give me less.
