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TO A LITTLE XIITH CENTURY FIGURE OF THE CRUCIFIED CHRIST: THE CROSS MISSING
Where is your cross, poor homeless One? I see
The piteous stretching of your hands and feet—
This is the gesture, somber and complete,
In bloodless bronze, of your long agony.
And where the nails that held you to the tree?
Here are the faint stigmata, cruel-sweet,
And in my heart there sounds the hammer's beat:
O Son of God, be crucified in me!
The piteous stretching of your hands and feet—
This is the gesture, somber and complete,
In bloodless bronze, of your long agony.
And where the nails that held you to the tree?
Here are the faint stigmata, cruel-sweet,
And in my heart there sounds the hammer's beat:
O Son of God, be crucified in me!
Come, walk my Calvary of womanhood,
Taste the wild hyssop of my hidden tear,
Wear my gay crown and know my laughing spear,
Call Magdalene in purple to my rood:
Hang, Christ that died for love, upon my pain,
Between pale thieves, the dreams that dream in vain!
Taste the wild hyssop of my hidden tear,
Wear my gay crown and know my laughing spear,
Call Magdalene in purple to my rood:
Hang, Christ that died for love, upon my pain,
Between pale thieves, the dreams that dream in vain!
The SonnetLeonora Speger
VICTORY
Day is the heart's red field,
And many an anguish there
Is lost or won,
And many a hope lies hopeless in the sun;
But night the conqueror kind,
Spreads its blessed treaty of the stars,
Where the heart's peace is signed.
And many an anguish there
Is lost or won,
And many a hope lies hopeless in the sun;
But night the conqueror kind,
Spreads its blessed treaty of the stars,
Where the heart's peace is signed.
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