ACROSS the trodden continent of years
To shrines of long ago,
My heart, a hooded pilgrim, turns with tears–
For could I know
That in the temple of thy constancy
There still may burn a taper lit for me,
‘Twould be a star in starless heaven, to show
That Heaven could be.
Bent with the weight of all that I desired
And all that I forswore,
My heart roams, mendicant, forlorn and tired,
From door to door,
Begging of every stern-faced memory
An alms of pity–just to come to thee,
No more thy knight, thy champion no more–
Only thy devotee!
(Isabel Ecclestone Mackay)
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