 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
SUMMA TOTIUS MYSTERII
Now therefore concerning that wonder whiteOver a world's edge drawn from sight—
This also surely is thine own loss,
And, because of the crown, like me
Thou must partake of the curse and cross
Till a mass shall be sung by thee.
But that which was taken is not confess'd
Betwixt introibo and missa est:
Say therefore, as man and his angels do,
Worlds over, refugium meum es tu;
Though, for myself, on that great day
I cried a Tu Autem, Domine.
| The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | |