THE LIVING CHALICE
by: Susan Mitchell
- HE MOTHER sent me on the holy
quest,
- Timid and proud and curiously dressed
- In vestures by her hand wrought wondrously;
- An eager burning heart she gave to me.
- The Bridgerooms Feast was set and I drew nigh--
- Master of Life, Thy Cup has passed me by.
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- Before new-dressed I from the Mother came,
- In dreams I saw the wondrous Cup of Flame.
- Ah, Divine Chalice, how my heart drank deep,
- Waking I sought the Love I knew asleep.
- The Feast of Life was set and I drew nigh--
- Master of Life, Thy Cup has passed me by.
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- Eye of the Soul, awake, awake and see
- Growing within the Ruby Radiant Tree,
- Sharp pain hath wrung the Clusters of my Vine;
- My heart is rose-red with its brimméd wine.
- Thou hast new-set the Feast and I draw nigh--
- Master of Life, take me, Thy Cup am I.
"The Living Chalice" is
reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse.
Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917. |
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