We're goin' through some of Emily Brontë's poems in English, as prep for reading Wuthering Heights...Greg and I had to pick apart and interpret this one..and I decided I really liked it..
Plead For Me
Emily Brontë

Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me
And tell why I have chosen thee!

Stern Reason is to judgement come,
Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:
Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb?
No, radiant angel, speak and say
Why I did cast the world away,--

Why I have persevered to shun
The common paths that others run;
And on a strange road journeyed on,
Heedless, like of wealth and power --
Of glory's wreath and pleasure's flower.

These, once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine;
And they, perchance, heard vows of mine,
And saw my offereings on their shrine;
But careless gifts are seldom prized,
And mine were worthily despised.

So, with a read heart, I swore
To seek their altar-stone no more;
And gave my spirit to adore
Thee, ever-present, phantom thing--
My slave, my comrade, and my king.

A slave, because I rule thee still;
Incline thee to my changeful will,
And make thy influence good or ill:
A comrade, for by day and night
Thou art my intimate delight,--

My darling pain that wounds and sears,
And wrings a blessing out from tears
By deadening me to earthly cares;
And yet, a king, though Prudence well
Have taught thy subject to rebel.

And am I wrong to worship where
Faith cannot doubt, nor hope despair,
Since my own soul can grant my prayer?
Speak, God of visions, plead for me,
And tell why I have chosen thee!

It starts out rebelling against Reason, saying that she has these beliefs, this faith, and there's no reason involved it's just there..and no-one can understand it, since she can't explain it maybe God can? ...lots of great light/dark imagery.. But that one line, "My slave, my comrade, and my king"..I was like, whoa... God as slave is an unusual concept! ..but she's got a point...she can make his influence good or bad, she's in control of that... And then you get to the last few lines, and there's this self-doubt, instead of asking God to explain her faith to others, she seems to be asking to have Him explain it to her...
No T.S. Eliot, but good stuff. ;)