English poem
A Dirge.
by Eric Mackay (1831–1898)
A DIRGE. I. Art thou lonely in thy tomb? Art thou cold in such a gloom? Rouse thee, then, and make me room,— Miserere Domine! II. Phantoms vex thy virgin sleep, Nameless things around thee creep, Yet be patient, do not weep,— Miserere Domine! III. O be faithful! O be brave! Naught shall harm thee in thy grave; Let the restless spirits rave,— Miserere Domine! IV. When my pilgrimage is done, When the grace of God is won, I will come to thee, my nun,— Miserere Domine! V. Like a priest in flowing vest, Like a pale, unbidden guest, I will come to thee and rest,— Miserere Domine!
More by Eric Mackay
- A BALLAD OF KISSES.
- A Choral Ode To Liberty.
- A Hero.
- A Lover's Litanies - Eighth Litany. Domina Exaudi.
- A Lover's Litanies - Fifth Litany. Salve Regina.
- A Lover's Litanies - First Litany. Virgo Dulcis.
- A Lover's Litanies - Fourth Litany. Gratia Plena.
- A Lover's Litanies - Ninth Litany. Lilium inter Spinas.