Mystic Trees by Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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FEAST OF ST. AGNES
Oh, see the child, as she doth stand,
Glowing beneath her Bridegroom's hand!
With coruscating buds
How gloriously He studs
That fair green wreath to lay upon her head.
How her right hand He clasps,
And rigorously hasps,
And with strange marks and token seals the child.
Then of a love more wild,
How reckless He approaches
With immense necklaces and brooches!
To martyrdom He doth molest
With heavy gems that tender breast;
And from the little ear, a-curl,
Perpendeth an enormous pearl.
Glowing beneath her Bridegroom's hand!
With coruscating buds
How gloriously He studs
That fair green wreath to lay upon her head.
How her right hand He clasps,
And rigorously hasps,
And with strange marks and token seals the child.
Then of a love more wild,
How reckless He approaches
With immense necklaces and brooches!
To martyrdom He doth molest
With heavy gems that tender breast;
And from the little ear, a-curl,
Perpendeth an enormous pearl.
In that ear His music soundeth:
But to Him her lip aboundeth,
And the wren-song of her lip
Is of lovely fellowship.
But to Him her lip aboundeth,
And the wren-song of her lip
Is of lovely fellowship.
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