FIRST COMMUNION
The mortal fruit upon the boughHangs above the nuptial bed.The cat-bird in the tree returnsThe forfeit of his mutual vow.The hard, untimely apple ofThe branch that feeds on watered rainTakes the place upon her lipsOf her late lamented love.Many hands together pressShaped within a static prayerRecall to one the choristerDocile in his sexless dress.The temperate winds reclaim the icedRemorseless vapours of the snow.The only pattern in the mindIs the cross behind the Christ.
The mortal fruit upon the boughHangs above the nuptial bed.The cat-bird in the tree returnsThe forfeit of his mutual vow.The hard, untimely apple ofThe branch that feeds on watered rainTakes the place upon her lipsOf her late lamented love.Many hands together pressShaped within a static prayerRecall to one the choristerDocile in his sexless dress.The temperate winds reclaim the icedRemorseless vapours of the snow.The only pattern in the mindIs the cross behind the Christ.
The mortal fruit upon the boughHangs above the nuptial bed.The cat-bird in the tree returnsThe forfeit of his mutual vow.
The mortal fruit upon the bough
Hangs above the nuptial bed.
The cat-bird in the tree returns
The forfeit of his mutual vow.
The hard, untimely apple ofThe branch that feeds on watered rainTakes the place upon her lipsOf her late lamented love.
The hard, untimely apple of
The branch that feeds on watered rain
Takes the place upon her lips
Of her late lamented love.
Many hands together pressShaped within a static prayerRecall to one the choristerDocile in his sexless dress.
Many hands together press
Shaped within a static prayer
Recall to one the chorister
Docile in his sexless dress.
The temperate winds reclaim the icedRemorseless vapours of the snow.The only pattern in the mindIs the cross behind the Christ.
The temperate winds reclaim the iced
Remorseless vapours of the snow.
The only pattern in the mind
Is the cross behind the Christ.