@3The Angelus sounds. First stroke.@1 @3Pierre de Craon:@1 The angel of God bears tidings of peace, and the infant hearkens within the mother's bosom. @3Second Stroke. Jacques Hury:@1 Man goeth forth in the morning and returneth at night, and the earth stretcheth out from his doorway. @3Third Stroke. Anne Vercoro:@1 Sound the trumpet! And all things are consumed in the consummation. @3Deep silence. Then, the peal. Pierre de Craon:@1 Thus speaks the Angelus as with threefold voice, thus in the Maytime When the unmarried son returns from his mother's burial, to his home, "Voice-of-the-rose" speaks in the silver twilight. O Violaine! O woman through whom temptation slips upon us! For, not yet knowing what I did, I regarded whither you turned the darkness of your eyes. Assuredly I have always thought joy is a goodly thing, But now it is mine! I bear it within my hands! I am as one who, beholding a tree that is laden with fruit, Climbing the ladder, feels the depths of the branches yielding with his body. And I must speak under the tree, like an even-toned flute! How the water uplifts me! And thanksgiving unloosens the stone of my heart! Thus may I live! Thus may I grow, merged in my God, as the olive tree and the vine. |