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Under the moon's white flag
I meet my ambushed dreams,
I see the foe—
Whom I have faced and put to flight, I know!—
Yielding his hosts to me;
And in strong, vanquished hands I lay
My weeping victory.
I meet my ambushed dreams,
I see the foe—
Whom I have faced and put to flight, I know!—
Yielding his hosts to me;
And in strong, vanquished hands I lay
My weeping victory.
The NationLeonora Speyer
MARY MAGDALENE
I think that Mary Magdalene
Was just a woman who went to dine,
And her jewels covered her empty heart
And her gown was the color of wine.
Was just a woman who went to dine,
And her jewels covered her empty heart
And her gown was the color of wine.
I think that Mary Magdalene
Sat by a stranger with shining head.
"Haven't we met somewhere?" she asked,
"Magdalene! Mary!" he said.
Sat by a stranger with shining head.
"Haven't we met somewhere?" she asked,
"Magdalene! Mary!" he said.
I think that Mary Magdalene
Fell at his feet and called his name;
Sat at his feet and wept her woe
And rose up clean of shame.
Fell at his feet and called his name;
Sat at his feet and wept her woe
And rose up clean of shame.
Nobody knew but Magdalene,
Mary, the woman who went to dine;
Nobody saw how he broke the bread
And poured for her peace the wine.
Mary, the woman who went to dine;
Nobody saw how he broke the bread
And poured for her peace the wine.
This is the story of Magdalene—
It isn't the tale the Apostles tell,
But I know the woman it happened to,
I know the woman well.
It isn't the tale the Apostles tell,
But I know the woman it happened to,
I know the woman well.
The NationLeonora Speyer
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