Shall have one sound alike to thee: Hark where the murmurs of thronged men Surge and sink back and surge again, Still the one voice of wave and tree. Gather a shell from the strown beach And Earth, Sea, Man, are all in each. FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' BY LEONARDO DA VINCI. MOTHER, is this the darkness of the end, The Shadow of Death? and is that outer sea Infinite imminent Eternity? And does the death-pang by man's seed sustain'd Mother of grace, the pass is difficult, Keen as these rocks, and the bewildered souls Throng it like echoes, blindly shuddering through. Thy name, O Lord, each spirit's voice extols, Whose peace abides in the dark avenue Amid the bitterness of things occult. |