I Am The Mountainy Singer

I am the mountainy singer, And I would sing of the Christ Who followed the paths thro' the mountains To eat at the people's tryst.

He loved the sun-dark people As the young man loves his bride, And he moved among their thatches, And for them he was crucified.

And the people loved him, also, More than their houses or lands, For they had known his pity And felt the touch of his hands.

And they dreamed with him in the mountains, And they walked with him on the sea, And they prayed with him in the garden, And bled with him on the tree.

Not ever by longing and dreaming May they come to him now, But by the thorns of sorrow That bruised his kingly brow.