Poems (Taylor)/Calvary

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CALVARY
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 Thou 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?)
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