Fear of the Supreme

I dreamed that I was hungry all day long
Until at night I ate a song.
It was as if I dined upon the Host, and so was satisfied;
But of ecstatic surfeit quick I died.

O! Love, come to me now, and hold me fast,
Lest I should eat that deadly food at last.
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