(In the Hospital of St. John at Bruges) MYSTERY: Katharine the bride of Christ. She kneels, and on her hand the holy Child Setteth the ring. Her life is sad and mild, Laid in God's knowledge,--ever unenticed From Him, and in the end thus fitly priced. Awe, and the music that is near her, wrought Of angels, hath possessed her eyes in thought: Her utter joy is hers, and hath sufficed. There is a pause while Mary Virgin turns The leaf, and reads. With eyes on the spread book That damsel at her knees reads after her. John whom He loved, and John His harbinger, Listen and watch. Whereon soe'er thou look, The light is starred in gems and the gold burns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOLEDO CAPTURED BY THE FRANKS by AL-ASSAL SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 48 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MEN OF VERDUN by LAURENCE BINYON STANE STREET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CANAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WILDERNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN OLD SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |