See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary.
YEA, I am he that dwelt beside this tomb.
I was a child. God smote me from the sun.
A little while, I had forgot to run
Through the starred Judean night
She went, in travail of the Light,
With the earliest hush she saw
God beside her in the straw.
WHEN I was a little lad
With folly on my lips,
Fain was I for journeying
All the seas in ships.
I shall not go with pain
Whether you hold me, whether you forget
My little loss and my immortal gain.
O flower unseen, O fountain sealed apart!
When the first dark had fallen around them
And the leaves were weary of praise,
In the clear silence Beauty found them
And shewed them all her ways.
I HAVE held my life too high,
Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.
WHEN the Child played in Galilee,
He had no wine-clear maple leaves,
No west winds singing of the sea
Over the frosted sheaves;
WHAT of all the colours shall I bring you for your fairing,
Fit to lay your fingers on, fine enough for you ?–