(In the Academy of Bruges) MYSTERY: God, Man's life, born into man Of woman. There abideth on her brow The ended pang of knowledge, the which now Is calm assured. Since first her task began She hath known all. What more of anguish than Endurance oft hath lived through, the whole space Through night till night, passed weak upon her face While like a heavy flood the darkness ran? All hath been told her touching her dear Son, And all shall be accomplished. Where He sits Even now, a babe, He holds the symbol fruit Perfect and chosen. Until God permits, His soul's elect still have the absolute Harsh nether darkness, and make painful moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC THE END OF THE SUNSET TRAIL by ALMA C. BINGHAM PACCHIAROTTO AND HOW HE WORKED IN DISTEMPER by ROBERT BROWNING |