I. FAINT incense from the lily goes; (O Calvary, O Calvary!) Red, red as blood the drifted rose. (O Calvary!) I wove a glory for mine head; The wind's great wings came sweeping by;— And lo! a crown of thorns instead! What old old dream dream I? II. Over the Field of Cloth of Gold (O Calvary, O Calvary!) Love leads rare queens and soldans bold. (O Calvary!) A tyrannous white god is he, And yet sometimes his eyes are wet: Then murmur I: "Can these things be? Hast @3Thou@1 seen Olivet?" III. I hear a chime of wistful bells. (O Calvary, O Calvary!) I have sung all my canticles: (O Calvary!) And there is One that calleth me From Calvary. The masques and dances hurt mine eyes; I feel the dream behind them all; My rondels all ring round to sighs, And oh! for evenfall! (And where is Calvary?) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 43 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |