De Profundis

Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep,

From that great deep, before our world begins,

Whereon the Spirit of God moves as he will—

Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep,

From that true world within the world we see,

Whereof our world is but the bounding shore—

Out of the deep, Spirit, out of the deep,

With this ninth moon, that sends the hidden sun

Down yon dark sea, thou comest, darling boy.