I, Jonathan, who know
  The processes of God
  Moving within me,
  Turn aside to my idols of desire. 
  He has taught me the ways
  Of Philistine cruelty.  He
  Shows me the bad man toiling to the ruin
  Of beauty and the free spirit on earth,
  And has equipped me for the establishment
  Of His will in this battle, and I fail. 
  I am a leaf spinning about the wind,
  Who have been shown the ways of stedfastness. 
  O Israel, I have heard
  My dedication made
  To your sweet service by the voice of Him,
  And I betray
  That wisdom, that great simpleness of wisdom,
  Inventing in my brain
  Fantastic argument
  As though God’s mind
  Had missed the brighter pools
  That I alone could visit and gaze into. 
  He tells me, and I hear
  Voices not His. 
  Knowing, I question.  And I am ashamed.

So Jonathan saw walking at his side
Always a shadow that was his own denial.

.....

And now was April mirrored in the plumes
Of ravens and the green of the young wheat,
And dusky ewes with white lambs in the sun
Lay in the valley plain between the hosts
Of Israel and Philistia.  And on this day
Jonathan learnt utter reproach, and love. 
There on the plain Goliath stood alone,
Poised in his mighty bulk, with black locks flowing,
A handsbreadth taller even than Saul the king
Who shouldered it above the men of Israel,
And beat his words of sure defiance out,
Ringing across the windless noon.  And all
Israel heard, and fear was on them, knowing,
If thus the issue, how it should prevail. 
And Jonathan in the tent of Saul his father,
Watched, and his blood was quick, and in his mind
He strove against the last of doubt.  And then
The young man David stood before them, bidden
By Saul, who heard one say, “There is a boy
New come from tending sheep in Bethlehem,
And seeks the king.”  And David stood before them,
And asked no leave, but said, “There was a cause. 
It bade me come, and I will fight with him.” 
And Saul denied, but David did not hear
Denial, saying, “the wild beasts of the field
I with my hand have slain at the fold’s gate,
And this is mine to do.”  And David stood,
Greater than argument while Saul armed him there. 
And Jonathan saw the purpose that he was not,
Glowing and bodied, and his love was born.

.....

Then David flung the armour off, and said,
“I am David, and I know not these strange arms. 
I must go out as I have always been,
Not girt with new occasion.  It is I,
David the shepherd that am David still,
And I know nothing of your spears and plate. 
A sheepskin have I worn, and in my hand
A sling, and pebbles taken from the brook. 
Now shall I go, content that God has watched me
So habited and armed through all my youth. 
Should I pretend another David now,
I should meet this man with neither honour nor hope. 
If I am sent against the Philistine
Out of God’s anger, and I know it is so,
It is not one the chosen of Saul’s hosts,
But I, David of Bethlehem must go,
The son of Jesse, and keeper of his flocks.”