March 15

Ah, say not, 'tis but perfect self I want

But if it were, that self is fit to live

Whose perfectness is still itself to scant,

Which never longs to have, but still to give.

A self I must have, or not be at all:

Love, give me a self self-giving—or let me fall

To endless darkness back, and free me from life's thrall.