BARE was the breast that cradled Christ, Pierced for the great world's sake; She said: "If men forsake not sin, This wounded heart must break." Then down from Heaven a golden light In robes of music fell; A voice cried: "Thou art Queen of Heaven, But I am King of Hell." Seven silver flames her crown enclosed; Their pallid lights were shed Upon her face, to God upturned, Like starlight on the dead. |