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Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone	B
The curse is come upon me and I waste	C
In penal torment powerless to atone	B
The curse is come on me which makes no haste	C
And doth not tarry crushing both the proud	D
Hard man and him the sinner double faced	C
Look not upon me for my soul is bowed	D
Within me as my body in this mire	E
My soul crawls dumb struck sore bestead and cowed	D
As Sodom and Gomorrah scourged by fire	F
As Jericho before God's trumpet peal	G
So we the elect ones perish in His ire	E
Vainly we gird on sackcloth vainly kneel	G
With famished faces toward Jerusalem	H
His heart is shut against us not to feel	G
His ears against our cry He shutteth them	I
His hand He shorteneth that He will not save	J
His law is loud against us to condemn	I
And we as unclean bodies in the grave	J
Inheriting corruption and the dark	K
Are outcast from His presence which we crave	J
Our Mercy hath departed from His Ark	K
Our Glory hath departed from His rest	L
Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark	K
Unto all pitiless eyes made manifest	L
Our very Father hath forsaken us	M
Our God hath cast us from Him we oppress'd	L
Unto our foes are even marvellous	M
A hissing and a butt for pointing hands	M
Whilst God Almighty hunts and grinds us thus	M
For He hath scattered us in alien lands	M
Our priests our princes our anointed king	N
And bound us hand and foot with brazen bands	M
Here while I sit my painful heart takes wing	N
Home to the home land I may see no more	O
Where milk and honey flow where waters spring	N
And fail not where I dwelt in days of yore	O
Under my fig tree and my fruitful vine	P
There where my parents dwelt at ease before	O
Now strangers press the olives that are mine	P
Reap all the corners of my harvest field	Q
And make their fat hearts wanton with my wine	P
To them my trees to them my gardens yield	Q
Their sweets and spices and their tender green	R
O'er them in noontide heat outspread their shield	Q
Yet these are they whose fathers had not been	S
Housed with my dogs whom hip and thigh we smote	Q
And with their blood washed their pollutions clean	R
Purging the land which spewed them from its throat	Q
Their daughters took we for a pleasant prey	T
Choice tender ones on whom the fathers dote	Q
Now they in turn have led our own away	T
Our daughters and our sisters and our wives	M
Sore weeping as they weep who curse the day	T
To live remote from help dishonoured lives	M
Soothing their drunken masters with a song	U
Or dancing in their golden tinkling gyves	M
Accurst if they remember through the long	U
Estrangement of their exile twice accursed	T
If they forget and join the accursed throng	U
How doth my heart that is so wrung not burst	T
When I remember that my way was plain	V
And that God's candle lit me at the first	T
Whilst now I grope in darkness grope in vain	V
Desiring but to find Him Who is lost	T
To find him once again but once again	W
His wrath came on us to the uttermost	T
His covenanted and most righteous wrath	X
Yet this is He of Whom we made our boast	T
Who lit the Fiery Pillar in our path	X
Who swept the Red Sea dry before our feet	T
Who in His jealousy smote kings and hath	X
Sworn once to David One shall fill thy seat	T
Born of thy body as the sun and moon	Y
'Stablished for aye in sovereignty complete	T
O Lord remember David and that soon	Y
The Glory hath departed Ichabod	T
Yet now before our sun grow dark at noon	Y
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod	T
Before we go down quick into the pit	T
Remember us for good O God our God	T
Thy Name will I remember praising it	T
Though Thou forget me though Thou hide Thy face	M
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ	T
Thy Name will I remember in my praise	M
And call to mind Thy faithfulness of old	T
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days	M
And end me as a tale ends that is told	T

Christina Rossetti

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