27.01.2019, 07:30
THREE DAYS.
WHAT shall I bring to lay upon thy bier
O Yesterday ! thou day forever dead ?
With what strange garlands shall I crown thy head,
Thou silent One ? For rose and rue are near
Which thou thyself didst bring me ; heart's-ease clear
And dark in purple opulence that shed
Rare odors round worm- wood, and herbs that fed
My soul with bitterness they all are here !
When to the banquet I was called by thee
Thou gavest me rags and royal robes to wear;
Honey and aloes mingled in the cup
Of costly wine that thou didst pour for me ;
Thy throne, thy footstool, thou didst bid me share ;
On crusts and heavenly manna bade me sup !
.
WHAT shall I bring to lay upon thy bier
O Yesterday ! thou day forever dead ?
With what strange garlands shall I crown thy head,
Thou silent One ? For rose and rue are near
Which thou thyself didst bring me ; heart's-ease clear
And dark in purple opulence that shed
Rare odors round worm- wood, and herbs that fed
My soul with bitterness they all are here !
When to the banquet I was called by thee
Thou gavest me rags and royal robes to wear;
Honey and aloes mingled in the cup
Of costly wine that thou didst pour for me ;
Thy throne, thy footstool, thou didst bid me share ;
On crusts and heavenly manna bade me sup !
.