Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Christus: A MysteryPart II. The Golden Legend. III. IV. The Nativity: A Miracle-Play. II. Mary at the Well
Through the wicket in the garden fence,
I steal with quiet pace,
My pitcher at the well to fill,
That lies so deep and cool and still
In this sequestered place.
I see no face, I hear no sound,
Save bubblings of the spring,
And my companions, who, within,
The threads of gold and scarlet spin,
And at their labor sing.
With such a gentle voice?
Blessed among all women thou,
Who art his holy choice!
And yet, such sacred words I hear,
I almost fear to stay.
For thou, a Virgin, shalt conceive
A child this very day.
The majesty of the Most High
Shall overshadow thee!
According to thy holy word,
So be it unto me!