I breathe, I think, I love, I live but thee
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 think, - O Love, live into me;
Unworthy is my life till all divine,
Till thou see in me only what is thine.
George MacDonald, A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul (1880). Public domain, from Project Gutenberg. See the source edition.