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WILLIAM ALLINGHAM

Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!


GEORGE MAC DONALD


1824-1905


770.

That Holy Thing



THEY all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high:
Thou cam'st, a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.

O Son of Man, to right my lot
Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea Thy sail!

My how or when Thou wilt not heed,
But come down Thine own secret stair,
That Thou mayst answer all my need—
Yea, every bygone prayer.


DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI


1828-1882


771.

The Blessèd Damozel



THE blessèd Damozel lean'd out
From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her blue grave eyes were deeper much
Than a deep water, even.
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.

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