SEE, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who saw the heavens opened wide, And throned upon the crescent moon The Virginal white Queen of Grace, -- Mary! could I but see thy face Death could not come at all too soon. O crowned by God with thorns and pain! Mother of Christ! O mystic wife! My heart is weary of this life And over-sad to sing again. O crowned by God with love and flame! O crowned by Christ the Holy One! O listen ere the searching sun Show to the world my sin and shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 39, VERSE 4 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FLYING WORDS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: TARAFA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VICISSITUDES by GAMALIEL BRADFORD POVERTY AND POLITICS by ROBERT BURNS THE PEOPLE'S PETITION by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL |