madrigals that once were green
in the lilied days, I heard
filled with sorrow, light as birds
and the snows of ages.
years have gone and then recurred
why I cannot measure.
I will keep their music still
far beyond all treasures.
music soft as mists declaim
what I cannot e'er disdain
footfall of the coming night
when I seek my Saviour.
though the darkness hide the song
I will find it glowing
though the night shall mantle all
far beyond all knowing.
mary angela douglas 5 november 2022
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