Into the dark Christ turned away. He spoke to the Three and bade them stay. "Sit ye and watch while I go pray." O Lord, pity us! Peter dreamed of a barley cake. It up and talked when he fain would break. He laughed in his sleep till his sides 'gan ache! O Lord, pity us! James had a dream that his brothers' ass Fell down dead where the pilgrims pass. He heaved in his sleep and cried "alas." O Lord, pity us! "Nay," quoth John, "but I'll take no rest! He thought that he lay on the Lord Christ's breast, But it turned to a maid's, that he loved the best! O Lord, pity us! Jesus looked upon their shame When bleeding out of the dusk he came. Three times over they did the same. O Lord, pity us! |