Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Ernest Dowson (18671900)Nuns of the Perpetual Adoration
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These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray:
And it is one with them when evening falls,
And one with them the cold return of day.
Into a long returning rosary,
Whereon their lives are threaded for Christ’s sake;
Meekness and vigilance and chastity.
Life-long they keep before the living Christ.
In that dim church, their prayers and penances
Are fragrant incense to the Sacrificed.
Man’s weary laughter and his sick despair
Entreat at their impenetrable gate;
They heed no voices in their dream of prayer.
They saw the bitter of it, and the sweet;
They knew the roses of the world should fade,
And be trod under by the hurrying feet.
And crossed their hands and came to sanctuary,
And veiled their heads and put on coarse attire;
Because their comeliness was vanity.
Of the illuminating dawn to be;
Mary’s sweet Star dispels for them the night,
The proper darkness of humanity.
Surely their choice of vigil is the best?
Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild;
But there, besides the altar, there, is rest.