Poems (Taylor)/An Early Christian

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AN EARLY CHRISTIAN
Girt in the panther-fells, Violets in my hair,Down I ran through the woody dells, Through the morning wild and fair,—To sit by the road till the sun was high,That I might see some god pass by.
Fluting amid the thyme I dreamed through the golden day,Calling through melody and rime: "Iacchus! Come this way,—From harrowing Hades like a king,Vine leaves and glories scattering."
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Twilight was all rose-red, When, crowned with vine and thorn,Came a stranger god from out the dead; And his hands and feet were torn.I knew Him not, for He came alone:I knew Him not, whom I fain had known.
He said: "For love, for love, I wear the vine and thorn."He said: "For love, for love, My hands and feet were torn:For love, the winepress Death I trod."And I cried in pain: "O Lord my God!"
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