Holy, Holy, Holy, Christ upon the Cross: My little nest was near, Hidden in the moss. Holy, Holy, Holy, Christ was pale and wan: His eyes beheld me singing Bron, Bron, mo Bron! Holy, Holy, Holy, "Come near, O wee brown bird!" Christ spake, and lo, I lighted Upon the Living Word. Holy, Holy, Holy, I heard the mocking scorn! But Holy, Holy, Holy, I sang against a thorn! Holy, Holy, Holy, Ah, his brow was bloody: Holy, Holy, Holy, All my breast was ruddy. Holy, Holy, Holy, Christ's-Bird shalt thou be: Thus said Mary Virgin There on Calvary. Holy, Holy, Holy, A wee brown bird am I: But my breast is ruddy For I saw Christ die. Holy, Holy, Holy, By this ruddy feather, Colum, call thy monks, and All the birds together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TRUANTS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MOUNT AGASSIZ by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AGAIN by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS HOW LONG? by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |