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THE VIRGIN MOTHER
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OW Day's worn out, and Dusk has claimed a share Of earth and sky and all the things that be, I lay my tired head against your knee And feel your fingers smooth my tangled hair. I loved you once, when I had the heart to dare; And sought you over many a land and sea; Yet all the while you waited here for me In a sweet stillness, shut away from care. I have no longing now, no dreams of bliss, But drowse in peace, through the soft gloom I wait Until the stars be kindled by God's breath; For then you'll bend above me with the kiss Earth's children long for when the hour grows late, Mother of Consolation, Sovereign Death. |
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