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Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney


Tryste Noel


THE Ox he openeth wide the Doore
And from the Snowe he calls her inne,
And he hath seen her Smile therefore,
Our Ladye without Sinne.
Now soone from Sleepe
A Starre shall leap,
And soone arrive both King and Hinde;
Amen, Amen:
But O, the place cod I but finde!

The Ox hath husht his voyce and bent
Trewe eyes of Pitty ore the Mow,
And on his lovelie Neck, forspent,
The Blessed lays her Browe.
Around her feet
Full Warme and Sweete
His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell;
Amen, Amen
But sore am I with Vaine Travèl!

The Ox is host in Judas stall,
And Host of more than onelie one,
For close she gathereth withal
Our Lorde her littel Sonne.
Glad Hinde and King
Their Gyfte may bring
But wod to-night my Teares were there,
Amen, Amen:
Between her Bosom and His hayre!



Louise Imogen Guiney


Louise Imogen Guiney's other poems:
  1. In a Perpendicular Church
  2. Of Joans Youth
  3. In a Ruin, after a Thunder-Storm
  4. The Vigil-at-Arms
  5. Spring Nightfall


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