Alas ! I have lost my God, My beautiful God Apollo. Wherever his footsteps trod My feet were wont to follow. But Oh ! it fell out one day My soul was so heavy with weeping, That I laid me down by the way ; And he left me while I was sleeping. And my soul awoke in the night, And I bowed my ear for his fluting, And I heard but the breath of the flight Of wings and the night-birds hooting. And night drank all her cup, And I went to the shrine in the hollow, And the voice of my cry went up : ' Apollo ! Apollo ! Apollo ! ' But he never came to the gate, And the sun was hid in a mist, And there came one walking late, And I knew it was Christ, He took my soul and bound it With cords of iron wire, Seven times round He wound it With the cords of my desire.
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