O Jesus, rise in me (Christina Rossetti)

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;
 Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall – the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.

--Christina Rossetti, A Better Resurrection              

Image source: Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Damsel of the Sanct Grael (1874), https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Grail#/media/File:Dante_Gabriel_Rossetti_-_The_Damsel_of_the_Sanct_Grael_(1874).jpg