hound of heaven

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;

I fled Him, down the arches of the years;

I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways

Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears

I hid from Him, and under running laughter.

Up vistaed hopes I sped;

And shot, precipitated,

Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,

From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.

But with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

They beat — and a voice beat

More instant than the Feet –

“All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.”

I pleaded, outlaw-wise,

By many a hearted casement, curtained red,

Trellised with intertwining charities;

(For, though I knew His love Who followèd,

Yet was I sore adread

Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside.)

Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.

Across the margent of the world I fled

Still with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

Came on the following Feet,

And a Voice above their beat–

“Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.”

Now of that long pursuit

Comes on at hand the bruit ;

That Voice is round me like a bursting sea :

“And is thy earth so marred,

Shattered in shard on shard ?

Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest me !

“Strange, piteous, futile thing !

Wherefore should any set thee love apart ?

Seeing none but I makes much of naught” (He said),

“And human love needs human meriting :

How hast thou merited –

Of all man’s clotted clay the dingiest clot ?

Alack, thou knowest not

How little worthy of any love thou art !

Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,

Save Me, save only Me ?

All which I took from thee I did but take,

Not for thy harms,

But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.

All which thy child’s mistake

Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home :

Rise, clasp My hand, and come !”

Halts by me that footfall :

Is my gloom, after all,

Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly ?

“Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

I am He Whom thou seekest !

Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest me.”

Francis Thompson (1859-1907)

   http://www.cs.drexel.edu/~gbrandal/Illum_html/hound.html

  For a version of the poem with definitions, see  

  http://poetry.elcore.net/HoundOfHeavenInRtTGlossed.html