Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.
13. San Miniato
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Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,
The Virginal white Queen of Grace,—
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.
Mother of Christ! O mystic wife!
My heart is weary of this life
And over-sad to sing again.
O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.