You are holm-oak; stunted; small. And with
Mary in the mist there
Of heavenly condescension
Are you so breathed upon.
Three are your court; rough-hewn; poor. But with
Mary in the mist there
At that impeccable soul's drape
Are they saint-raised who gape.
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