SEE, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who saw the heavens opened wide, And throned upon the crescent moon The Virginal white Queen of Grace, -- Mary! could I but see thy face Death could not come at all too soon. O crowned by God with thorns and pain! Mother of Christ! O mystic wife! My heart is weary of this life And over-sad to sing again. O crowned by God with love and flame! O crowned by Christ the Holy One! O listen ere the searching sun Show to the world my sin and shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD MISTRESS FATE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WAITING BY THE GATE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PUTTING THE CREAM IN THE WELL OF VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY INFALLIBILITY; QUATRAIN by THOMAS STEPHENS COLLIER |