Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

A Pilgrim - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

ACROSS the trodden continent of years
To shrines of long ago,
My heart, a hooded pilgrim, turns with tears--
For could I know
That in the temple of thy constancy
There still may burn a taper lit for me,
'Twould be a star in starless heaven, to show
That Heaven could be.

Bent with the weight of all that I desired
And all that I forswore,
My heart roams, mendicant, forlorn and tired,
From door to door,
Begging of every stern-faced memory
An alms of pity--just to come to thee,
No more thy knight, thy champion no more--
Only thy devotee!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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