Love’S Crucifix

Short is the light and quick upon its ways Which gives me back my Lady who is dead. O sweet brief comfort quickly come and fled! No harm can touch me while the vision stays. Love who has bound me to the cross delays And trembles when he hears her footsteps led To my soul’s threshold: “Ah! the wounds that bled So deep will bleed again,” he softly says. A lady to her home she proudly comes, Startling the blackwinged thoughts that brood and weigh; Her dreaming eyes put all dark things to rout. The soul, which so much brightness overcomes, Gives a faint, yearning sigh: “O blessèd day, When you looked back and found a pathway out!”