A Dirge

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Title:     A Dirge
Author: Eric Mackay [More Titles by Mackay]

I.

Art thou lonely in thy tomb?
Art thou cold in such a gloom?
Rouse thee, then, and make me room,--
Miserere Domine!


II.

Phantoms vex thy virgin sleep,
Nameless things around thee creep,
Yet be patient, do not weep,--
Miserere Domine!


III.

O be faithful! O be brave!
Naught shall harm thee in thy grave;
Let the restless spirits rave,--
Miserere Domine!


IV.

When my pilgrimage is done,
When the grace of God is won,
I will come to thee, my nun,--
Miserere Domine!


V.

Like a priest in flowing vest,
Like a pale, unbidden guest,
I will come to thee and rest,--
Miserere Domine!

[The end]
Eric Mackay's poem: Dirge

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