Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Ella Dietz (b. 1856)323. The Kings Daughter
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I am beloved;
I am his pearl, and his dove, and his heart’s hidden treasure,
I am approved;
To-day he has given his love, oh! his love without measure,
Which can never be moved.
‘Beloved of my soul’,
And my blood dances swift through my veins in a musical beating;
The twin currents roll,
Pouring forth their wild love, then again to their centre retreating
Under righteous control.
Beloved of my heart;
Our lips breathed one prayer, and our souls, in a sudden, agreeing,
Knit, joining each part
Of the long-severed Word that the prophets beheld in their seeing—
Belovèd thou art.
Our Sabbaths of rest
Do welcome the Son; the Redeemed hail the Bridegroom’s appearing—
His Name ever blest;
The Word in our hearts spoken now, in soft accents endearing,
With joy is confest.
The joy of the earth;
O Imrah, beloved, whom the world had outcast in its scorning,
Rejoice in thy birth;
Ten thousands shall bless thee and bring thee thy gems of adorning,
And comfort thy dearth.