Thy fishes breathe

Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll;

Thy birds fly but within thy airy sea;

My soul breathes only in thy infinite soul;

I breathe, I think, I love, I live, but thee.

Oh, breathe, oh, sink -- O Love, live into me;

[Unworthy is my life till all divine,

Till thou see in me only what is thine.]