The Hound of Heaven poem

The Hound of Heaven poemI fled Him, down the nights and down the days;

  I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways   Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter.                   Up vistaed hopes I sped;                   And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.                   But with unhurrying chase,                   And unperturbèd pace,                 Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,                   They beat--and a Voice beat                   More instant than the Feet--                 "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."