Ralph Hodgson
He came and took me by the handUp to a red rose tree,He kept His meaning to HimselfBut gave a rose to me.I did not pray Him to lay bareThe mystery to me;Enough the rose was Heaven to smell,And His own face to see.
He came and took me by the handUp to a red rose tree,He kept His meaning to HimselfBut gave a rose to me.I did not pray Him to lay bareThe mystery to me;Enough the rose was Heaven to smell,And His own face to see.
He came and took me by the handUp to a red rose tree,He kept His meaning to HimselfBut gave a rose to me.
He came and took me by the hand
Up to a red rose tree,
He kept His meaning to Himself
But gave a rose to me.
I did not pray Him to lay bareThe mystery to me;Enough the rose was Heaven to smell,And His own face to see.
I did not pray Him to lay bare
The mystery to me;
Enough the rose was Heaven to smell,
And His own face to see.
IBabylon—where I go dreamingWhen I weary of to-day,Weary of a world grown gray.IIGod loves an idle rainbow,No less than laboring seas.IIIReason has moons, but moons not hersLie mirrored on her sea,Confounding her astronomers,But, oh, delighting me!
IBabylon—where I go dreamingWhen I weary of to-day,Weary of a world grown gray.IIGod loves an idle rainbow,No less than laboring seas.IIIReason has moons, but moons not hersLie mirrored on her sea,Confounding her astronomers,But, oh, delighting me!
I
I
Babylon—where I go dreamingWhen I weary of to-day,Weary of a world grown gray.
Babylon—where I go dreaming
When I weary of to-day,
Weary of a world grown gray.
II
II
God loves an idle rainbow,No less than laboring seas.
God loves an idle rainbow,
No less than laboring seas.
III
III
Reason has moons, but moons not hersLie mirrored on her sea,Confounding her astronomers,But, oh, delighting me!
Reason has moons, but moons not hers
Lie mirrored on her sea,
Confounding her astronomers,
But, oh, delighting me!
I saw with open eyesSinging birds sweetSold in the shopsFor the people to eat,Sold in the shops ofStupidity Street.I saw in visionThe worm in the wheat,And in the shops nothingFor people to eat;Nothing for sale inStupidity Street.
I saw with open eyesSinging birds sweetSold in the shopsFor the people to eat,Sold in the shops ofStupidity Street.I saw in visionThe worm in the wheat,And in the shops nothingFor people to eat;Nothing for sale inStupidity Street.
I saw with open eyesSinging birds sweetSold in the shopsFor the people to eat,Sold in the shops ofStupidity Street.
I saw with open eyes
Singing birds sweet
Sold in the shops
For the people to eat,
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street.
I saw in visionThe worm in the wheat,And in the shops nothingFor people to eat;Nothing for sale inStupidity Street.
I saw in vision
The worm in the wheat,
And in the shops nothing
For people to eat;
Nothing for sale in
Stupidity Street.