 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE BIRD OF CHRIST
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Christ upon the Cross:
My little nest was near,
Hidden in the moss.
Christ upon the Cross:
My little nest was near,
Hidden in the moss.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Christ was pale and wan:
His eyes beheld me singing
Bron, Bron, mo Bron!
Christ was pale and wan:
His eyes beheld me singing
Bron, Bron, mo Bron!
Holy, Holy, Holy,
“Come near, O wee brown bird!”
Christ spake, and lo, I lighted
Upon the Living Word.
“Come near, O wee brown bird!”
Christ spake, and lo, I lighted
Upon the Living Word.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
I heard the mocking scorn!
But Holy, Holy, Holy,
I sang against a thorn!
I heard the mocking scorn!
But Holy, Holy, Holy,
I sang against a thorn!
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Ah, his brow was bloody:
Holy, Holy, Holy,
All my breast was ruddy.
Ah, his brow was bloody:
Holy, Holy, Holy,
All my breast was ruddy.
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Holy, Holy, Holy,
Christ's-Bird shalt thou be:
Thus said Mary Virgin
There on Calvary.
Christ's-Bird shalt thou be:
Thus said Mary Virgin
There on Calvary.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
A wee brown bird am I:
But my breast is ruddy
For I saw Christ die.
A wee brown bird am I:
But my breast is ruddy
For I saw Christ die.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
By this ruddy feather,
Colum, call thy monks, and
All the birds together.
By this ruddy feather,
Colum, call thy monks, and
All the birds together.
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