Pride

May you know God

And longing never suffer.

But if you err,

As I have errant,

May God be forgiving.

                 Now the sad truth,

                 He loved me,

                 But I was cold.

                This greatest gift

                I spurned

                Falling for my own pride.

     Thus my greatest dream

      Undreamed

          And I died.










Illustration by Gustave Dore, 1866