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A Song for All Maries

Our Master lies asleep and is at rest;
     His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.
The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west;
     Our Master lies asleep.

     Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep
Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,
     While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.

Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
     O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap:
No cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest;
     Our Master lies asleep.

Christian Poetry by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Public Domain