A SHELL
You bit of draggled gossamer,
Grey as my heart, grey as my sorrow-
Yet now, when I hold you
Between my eyes and the sun
You are wondrously rayed and irised
With lilac and pink and yellow.
Grey as my heart, grey as my sorrow-
Yet now, when I hold you
Between my eyes and the sun
You are wondrously rayed and irised
With lilac and pink and yellow.
THE VIRGIN'S LACE
Mary called her maidens all,
Wheresoe'er they chanced to be—
Margaret and Hildegarde,
Called the sweet-voiced Cecily.
Wheresoe'er they chanced to be—
Margaret and Hildegarde,
Called the sweet-voiced Cecily.
From the mystic bower where
Four bright streams of water meet,
Where she taught the youngling birds
Chant and hymn and carol sweet
Four bright streams of water meet,
Where she taught the youngling birds
Chant and hymn and carol sweet
—Ah, the quaintly nodding heads,
Ah the glossy, rounded throats—
How they chirruped, piped and trilled,
Mimicking her clearest notes.
Ah the glossy, rounded throats—
How they chirruped, piped and trilled,
Mimicking her clearest notes.
Agnes and Eulalia
From the fragrant meadows sped
Where the Holy Children played
Weaving for each curly head
From the fragrant meadows sped
Where the Holy Children played
Weaving for each curly head
Daisy-bud and violet
With the golden crocus bound,
Till the garland closely wreathed
Hid the halo's shining round.
With the golden crocus bound,
Till the garland closely wreathed
Hid the halo's shining round.
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