Poems (Taylor)/Ave Maria
AVE MARIA
Ave, Maria! I am tired.
Maiden Mother, reach thine hand:
Thou alone wilt understand
What it is to be so tired.
Maiden Mother, reach thine hand:
Thou alone wilt understand
What it is to be so tired.
Let the virgin, sick for rest,
Like a pierced and hunted deer,
Find a still sweet covert here,
At thy feet, O Queen of Rest.
Like a pierced and hunted deer,
Find a still sweet covert here,
At thy feet, O Queen of Rest.
Earthly pains are hard to bear,
Earthly joys as hard, in truth.
Even Love hath hands uncouth
When the soul no more will bear.
Earthly joys as hard, in truth.
Even Love hath hands uncouth
When the soul no more will bear.
Only thine are delicate
On the spirit's broken wing.
Oh! the languor of our Spring,
Oh! the heavy dreams that sate!
On the spirit's broken wing.
Oh! the languor of our Spring,
Oh! the heavy dreams that sate!
Ave, Maria! I am tired.
Maiden Mother, cover me.
Thou dost keep in memory
What it is to be so tired.
Maiden Mother, cover me.
Thou dost keep in memory
What it is to be so tired.