The Lesser Aves (verse)
Childe, Wilfred
717 The Lesser Aves A veiled and gemmed and tiared Queen Burns proudly from the golden walls, A rain of pearls about her falls, Her robes glow stiff with royalty, Her crown's on fire with...
...I saw thee tread the English grass, When azure April thrilled with balm, And round thee in that hallowed calm The common daisies thronged thy feet, O white as tapers at Candlemas, O dear and terrible and sweet...
...An Empress to the Byzantines, In Gaul a blond and quiet Child, Walking with pale feet undefiled Amid the grey rosemary flowers, Where hills all populous with vines Embrace some tranquil town of towers...
...Mother of Very God is she...
...Wilfred Childe...
...717 The Lesser Aves A veiled and gemmed and tiared Queen Burns proudly from the golden walls, A rain of pearls about her falls, Her robes glow stiff with royalty, Her crown's on fire with heavenly sheen...
...Thou art the Rose without a thorn, The Lily amid the bending trees, Whose tender ceaseless charities Shine shadowless from thy Sharon face...
...O Star of Evening and of Morn, From whom the Unconquered Sun was born, Pray that we all may reach the Place, Where Christ is Lord of Light and Grace...
Vol. 5 • May 1927 • No. 26
