Mystic Trees by Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
 |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
|
THE DIVINE OFFICE |
|
 | Mystic Trees |  |
137
THE DIVINE OFFICE
Noble it is, and of great servitudeTo chain the lips, and from vain gossipry;
With versicle and with responary
Cramp them and keep them in their pain subdued;
Till on obedience creepeth hebetude,
Nor would one stir from one's captivity.
Sudden a dazzling faintness to be free,
And from the jailer, now oneself, a rude
Contracting of the chains, till deep they jar
Against the soul's most inward flesh, and stings
Of blood reveal the rebel, if he hides—
Until One enters where the fetters are,
And overthrows the jailer, and beside
The captive singeth of wise, skyey things.
| Mystic Trees | |