Religion
Aridity
From A Selection from the Poems of Michael Field (1923)
Religion
O soul, canst thou not understand
Thou art not left alone,
As a dog to howl and moan
His master's absence? Thou art as a book
Left in a room that He forsook.
But returns to by and by,
A book of His dear choice, —
That quiet waiteth for His Hand,
That quiet waiteth for His Eye,
That quiet waiteth for His Voice.
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Codex Note
From Mystic Trees, as marked in the 1923 Selection.
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MLA
Field, Michael. “Aridity.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/206/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “Aridity.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/206/.
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