To His Angelic Guardian Poem by james watkin

1/

O shield of Light, beautifulest diffused
The first blushed time to hear
Do I remember, faintly, faintly
Your vow to arm from fear;

Save me, I pray, from myself besides
From my own watch of you!
Flamy in panic, though needful;
Though natural in hell's stew.

In blessed bafflement for what my
Curse of littleness fans
Or seems to, in so consuming
A love; morn to eve spans.

2/

Hearing Heaven's call to go home
That squeamish is now replaced
By what, headlong dove at, assumes
My own pride, exultant-faced.

"He's mine'"! striking at truths, soul-reached.
I, struck by what midst lyred,
Luted enfoldments stress heart-links.
You, eying back, lightning-fired.