Come and play with me, said I,
Come and frolic, but don’t ask why;
I tempted her to climb and stay,
To leave him dead along the way;
Oh Satan!
Give him what he asks,
Drunk on wine from cedar casks;
Let’s anger God, just you and I,
From our high perch where vultures fly,
Where lowly beast can hardly see,
The whitened sight of you and me;
Oh Satan!
Give him what he asks,
Drunk on wine from cedar casks;
Islands, mountains beautiful,
Bodies covered, cloud white wool;
Angels ready, strong to bear,
Steepled jumpers all prepare;
Oh Satan!
Give him what he asks,
Drunk on wine from cedar casks.
posted on Jul 14, 2009 at 3:03 pm
Love does visit poor and rich,
By angeled wings on firstborn sight,
When Jacob’s kingdomed angels switch,
And whitened fields be turned to blight;
And, ah! The people on the right,
Who busy going to and fro,
Behold the angel in clear sight,
His cloudy secret, fiery glow;
And, ah! The people on the left,
Who seek the wolf of hurtless lore,
Within a world that seems bereft
Of love- as five remembers four;
Faint is heard below the noise
Of preparations long in wait,
In many mansions wait the boys,
The cries of those outside the gate;
Faint is heard below the noise
Of celebration of the last,
The cries of first- remiss of joys,
Enduring chafe of winter’s blast.
posted on Jul 11, 2009 at 4:04 pm