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Oscar Wilde
San Miniato - Poem by Oscar Wilde
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.
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the Church of 'S. Miniato al Monte': wonderful church, wonderful view on Firenze.. (Report) Reply
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.
Beautiful writing. (Report) Reply
Italian text:
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San Miniato
Guarda, sono salito lungo il fianco
Dal monte fino a questa santa casa
Di Dio, ove l'Angelo Pittore
Vide schiudersi un giorno il paradiso,
E mise in trono sull'argentea luna
La candita Regina della Grazia:
Maria! potessi vedere il tuo cuore,
Mai troppo presto verrebbe la morte.
Oh tu, cui Dio cinse di spine e doglia!
Madre di Cristo! Tu, mistica sposa!
Il mio cuore è già stanco della vita.
E troppo afflitto per cantare ancora.
Oh Tu, cui Dio cinse d'amore e fiamma!
Oh Tu, da Cristo coronata Santa!
Oh ascolta, prima che il sole riveli
Al mondo la mia colpa e la vergogna. (Report) Reply