Christopher John Brennan

Here you will find the Poem And shall the living waters heed of poet Christopher John Brennan

And shall the living waters heed

And shall the living waters heed 
our vain desire, insensate Art! 
and fill the common dust I knead 
upgather'd from the trodden mart? 
As well might they forsake their clime 
of virgin green and blue, to creep 
in cities where our tears are slime, 
where our unquicken'd bodies sleep. 
? But thou, O soul, hast stood for sure 
in the far paradisal bower, 
there where our passion sparkles pure 
beneath the eternal morning hour. 
and oft, in twilights listening, 
my sleeping memories are stirr'd 
by lavings of the unstaunched spring 
upwelling in a sudden word. 
Why shouldst thou come to squander here 
the treasure of those deeps on me? 
nay, where our fount is free and clear 
stay there, and let me come to thee!