April 28

What can there be so close as making and made?

Nought twinned can be so near; thou art more nigh

To me, my God, than is this thinking I

To that I mean when I by me is said;

Thou art more near me, than is my ready will

Near to my love, though both one place do fill;—

Yet, till we are one,—Ah me! the long until!