Poems (Taylor)/Ora Pro Me

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ORA PRO ME
O pray for me! Lo, here thy lover lies!  O pray for me!Remember me, O strange ecstatic eyes,  And pray for me!Beneath thy nimb of sacerdotal gold, Lifted aspirant face, O pray for me! Ye long white pointed hands I yearned to holdAgainst my breaking heart, implore for me,—  For me.
Then as I lie swathed in my waiting dream  (Unransomed yet!)The colour and music of the Past shall seem  (O all regret!) ​The great rose-window in a kirk of rest, Where in a circumflagrant fantasyOf rose and gold and green, thou flowerest, To pray for all sick souls, to pray for me—For me.
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