(In the Academy of Bruges) MYSTERY: God, Man's life, born into man Of woman. There abideth on her brow The ended pang of knowledge, the which now Is calm assured. Since first her task began She hath known all. What more of anguish than Endurance oft hath lived through, the whole space Through night till night, passed weak upon her face While like a heavy flood the darkness ran? All hath been told her touching her dear Son, And all shall be accomplished. Where He sits Even now, a babe, He holds the symbol fruit Perfect and chosen. Until God permits, His soul's elect still have the absolute Harsh nether darkness, and make painful moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM A MOTHER'S PICTURE by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |